#sirius black camera roll

[moonfulthoughts]

A peek into Sirius Black’s camera roll・𓂃❨˖₊⊹

Selfies:

Pics of and with his friends:

Pics of remus:

“Regulus is stealing my boyfriend from me”

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[lizpottersworld]

౨ৎ never grow up. (sirius black x reader)

summary: you and sirius’ daughter is slowly growing up, and your love only grows stronger for your baby.

pairing(s): potter!reader, sirius black x reader, james potter x reader (platonic), harry potter x daughter (platonic), dad!siriusblack x children, mum!reader x children

i hope you enjoy this whilst I answer requests! if there are any more scenarios/imagine ideas, submit them here!

When your first daughter was born, you and Sirius always had the pestering fear of never being the best parents to your baby but the second you both laid eyes on your beautiful hazel eyed daughter, Emmie, you knew that was it for the two of you. She now had your hearts.

The rest of the world fell still and into black and white, your daughter taking all the colour and attention. She was your pride and joy, and you would go to crazy lengths to protect her. You hoped time would give you benefit of keeping her young and safe in your arms forever.

But the little finger holds, and nonsense babbling turned into loud giggles and the noise of tiny feet running around the house.

In the blink of an eye, she was your little princess who insisted on playing tea party with her Uncle Jamie and Uncle Remmy. With handmade diy crowns she had made with Sirius, giggling as the two put as much glitter and feathers on them as they could. And the pout on her face as you held the cookie jar in your hand, looking at your little girl’s adorable pleading wide eyes.

Oh, and her new fondness that she had developed for the baby in your tummy, mindlessly talking to her baby sibling about joining in on family nights and pressing sweet kisses onto your belly.

Then she grew up again so suddenly, now whining as the two of you and the baby in the pram fussed over getting a photo of her first day of big girl school. With her two plaits that Sirius had done for her, the thrilly yellow dress that you had picked out for her, and the small butterfly backpack that she had carefully picked out.

“Mummy! Daddy! Please can i go in now?” She pouted, looking up at the two of you with her wide eyes. Sirius looked back at the photos on the family digital camera with your son, Theodore on his hip, both grinning widely at the same little girl on the screen.

“Yes, you can Sweetheart.” You chuckle, crouching on the floor to bring her into a comforting hug. Not that she needed the comfort, she just wanted to go and play with some new friends, but you just couldn’t bear to let her go. Whilst she sneakily rubbed your tummy, in goodbyes to her sibling.

When a warm hand touched your shoulder only then did you loosen your grip and surface back to your normal height, taking your son from Sirius so he could also hug your little girl.

After the goodbyes, Emmie happily ran to the door where the teacher was stood ushering the kids in with a beautiful smile.

Then suddenly she was older, the ripe age of fourteen, starting high school as she reluctantly accepted any affection from you and Sirius in-front of the school gates.

Theodore was standing by your side, eyes wandering as he watched all the bigger kids walk into the school with his big eyes. Charmingly smiling at the teenage girls that giggled and waved kindly at the little boy. Always a charmer, supposing he got that from his dad.

“Seriously, Mum you’re kind of embarrassing me,” she huffed as you stroked admiringly at her luscious black hair, “I told you, you should have just dropped me around the corner.” She frowned, looking around at the bigger kids who she claimed were staring.

“I love you too, Sweetheart.” You rolled your eyes humourlessly, adjusting your grasp on your son’s hand as he attempted to swing his lunch box.

“Have a good day princess, I love you.” Sirius added, a chuckle here and there at the last interaction. Emmie’s hazel doe eyes looked up at her dad, a daring smile on her lips, the same cheeky smile her dad had wore when he was her age.

“Bye Theo.” She said, ruffling her brother’s hair as he groaned and protested, “Bye, Char Char.” She grinned widely, pressing a kiss to the baby resting on your hip. Then she was walking off with confidence in her step towards the school doors.

“She used to be our little baby, and i’m worried now that she thinks we hate her for little small things.” You let a few tears slip as Sirius look’s through the camera at all the time that you both took for granted. Naturally, as a fifteen year old, your daughter took a liking to acting like the both of you had troubled her endlessly when in reality you only informed her of dinner.

“Oh darling, please don’t cry,” Sirius hushed you, bringing your head into his neck crevice whilst you clambered into his lap. “She knows we love her, and she loves us, shes just going through a teenager phase.” He comforted you, free hand caressing the bare of your back under your loose shirt.

Mindlessly not realising that your precious daughter was stilled and paused outside your bedroom door, on her way to grab a drink from the kitchen. Very aware of the tears that were slipping from her mums eyes.

“Mum, i’m sorry.” Emmie frowned as she walked into your bedroom later that night, coming to your side as you relaxed at her presence. You swore your eyes glassed over right then and there.

“It’s okay Sweetheart, You’re allowed to feel angry sometimes, we just need to deal with it differently.” You softly told her, moving over on the bed so she could hopefully join you. Which she did. Tucking into your side just like she used when she was younger, you immediately bought her in closer as you both observed the movie on the tv.

“I do love you, you know that right?” She frowned, looking up at you with the same brown eyes that she had been blessed with when she was born.

“Of course, and i love you too.” You replied, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of her head, pulling the duvet over your tired bodies.

Then she was moving out. Boxes littered all over her bedroom in the midst of moving them to the car. Now she really was being taken away from yours and Sirius’ hands, she really had grown up. Nineteen, moving into her first apartment in London, all by herself.

Well, not really by herself, your brothers son, Harry, her cousin, they decided to move in together. Secretly not wanting to be alone.

It was sweet. They both had gone through being toddlers playing together and causing mischief in high school together to now, newly adults waiting to start a new chapter in life.

Five of you; Sirius, James, Harry, Emmie and yourself all trying to bring the boxes into their three bedroom flat. Whilst Charlotte and Lily accompanied each-other in the car, the latter wanting to hear all about her nieces teenage love life. Invested in all the gossip that she wouldn’t get from young Harry again now that he was a drive away and not in the same house as her.

Wasn’t long until they were all unpacked and you were still desperately trying to find things to do and occupy yourself with so you didn’t have to leave.

“Mum, i think you’ve done possibly everything there is to do.” Theodore complained, probably tired from all the heavy carrying. Emmie smiled and laughed, wiping her hard worked hands onto the back of her jeans.

“He’s right mum, thank you though.” She widely grinned, eyes twinkling with hope and excitement for a new chapter in life. Sirius was holding you by the waist pressing tired kisses into your neck, assumably trying to comfort your stressed form. Which worked, as you immediately relaxed.

“I just want to make sure that both you and Harry are safe here.” You defended, turning your head to kiss your husband on the cheek in thanks.

“What she means is she just doesn’t want to leave you.” James raised an eyebrow as you scolded him and hit him on the shoulder. Either James was really good at hiding reactions (he wasn’t) or the reality of his first son leaving home hadn’t hit him. Most probably the latter one, he was your brother after all, you two were alike.

“Thank you for everything mum and dad, i love you both.” Emmie smiled, bringing the two of you into a quiet but warm embrace.

“Don’t forget we’re only twenty minutes away!” You rushed to add, earning an eye roll and a smirk from your daughter. “Same for you too, Harry, seriously you two. One. Call. Away.” You meaningfully told them, empathising the last words.

“Trust me, you wouldn’t let us forget.” Harry smirked at his joke, earning low chuckles from everyone in the room but you. “I’m joking, Aunt y/n, we appreciate it, really.” He genuinely smiled as the two ushered everyone to the door.

You let out a defeated hmph, saying all your final goodbyes as you and Sirius headed back to the car, hands enclasped in love.

“Our first baby’s all grown up.” You sigh, turning to your husband with a sad smile. Whilst he had a matching one, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“And you two are too, now come on you babies!” James exclaimed from in front, jogging ahead to assumably get back to his newborn who is definitely hungry.

“Aren’t you a little bit sad, Jamie?” You scoffed lightly, a smile playing at your lips knowingly. His eyes met yours and emotion danced all around in them, glassed over with held back tears.

“We’ll see them soon.” He settled for, reassuring look on his face probably to comfort himself. “If not, i’ll have to fake fancy holidays just to have a gathering.” He smirked.

[mybutcheredtongue]

I'll Love You 'til the Grass Around My Gravestone is Deceased

harry potter timeline sirius black x reader

CHAPTER NINE (see full series list here)

1993

You sip your tea, actually up in time for breakfast for once. Because of the night-time nature of your subject, you tend to go to bed later than the rest of the school and wake up later. It means you're especially close to the kitchen's house elves, as they often prepare you breakfast for when you eventually do get up. Especially Bitsy. You've taken to buying her film for her camera every Christmas, but it doesn't last long as she takes pictures of everything, including you.

"You know, I had the strangest dream last night," you say to Remus beside you.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Mhm, I was in a sort of muggle circus tent, right? But it was on fire. And there was this guy there, wearing like a weird three-foot tall wizard's hat that morphed into this odd kind of wig afterwards," you recall. "And then, I kinda thought, 'hey, maybe I should use my wand to put out this fire' but instead of putting it out I transported it to Madam Puddifoot's."

Remus blinks at you, and you try and stop the smile from appearing on your face.

"You know what? That is a strange dream," he responds, shaking his head and you laugh.

"I know! It was so weird."

"Oh, I actually read something about dreams recently," Remus says thoughtfully. "Apparently they reflect things going on in your life."

You snort. "What, my desire to set Madam Puddifoot's on fire? I mean, I suppose it's not wrong..."

There's loud noise at the Gryffindor table, even students from other houses going over to it. You lean your head to the side to see Harry sitting at the table, grinning proudly at his Firebolt. You chuckle, looking down the table at Professor McGonagall.

"He got his broom back, so?" You say and she nods.

"Yes, couldn't find anything wrong with it, thankfully. And I must say, never have I seen a student so happy with something I have told him," she remarks and you grin.

"A Gryffindor win this year, perhaps?"

"Oh, I do hope so."

"You would only be so lucky," Snape says snidely beside her and you scoff.

"Don't need luck with that broom, right Severus?" You say cheekily and he raises his eyebrows disdainfully at you.

"At least my house have skill, and do not rely on their broomsticks to do the work for them."

"You're just jealous 'cause you want a spin on the Firebolt, Severus," you tease, returning to your breakfast.

Later, you sit with Remus in the Quidditch stands, looking out at the pitch in the cool, clear air.

"Merlin, I hope they win. I'm after placing a five-galleon bet with Filius that we win," you say, watching as the two captains shake hands and Madam Hooch blows her whistle to set off.

"You can't say 'we'," Remus says with a sigh. "We're supposed to be impartial, remember?"

"Ah, you hardly think any of these teachers are impartial, do you?" you laugh. "Sure even Dumbledore leans to Gryffindor just a little."

Lee Jordan's voice can be heard over the stands.

"They're off, and the big excitement this match is the Firebolt which Harry Potter is flying for Gryffindor. According to Which Broomstick, the Firebolt's going to be the broom of choice for the national teams at this year's World Championship — "

"Jordan, would you mind telling us what is going on in the match?" interrupts McGonagall's voice.

"Right you are, Professor — just giving a bit of background information. The Firebolt, incidentally, has a built in auto-brake and — "

"Jordan!"

"Okay, okay, Gryffindor in possession, Katie Bell of Gryffindor heading for goal..."

Remus chuckles beside you, nudging you with his elbow. "Mr Jordan reminds me of someone."

You roll your eyes, laughing. "I can't say that you're too far off...he can definitely give me a run for my money. I think my title of Best Commentator in the History of the World is in danger."

"Oh? And where were you given this prestigious award? The Academy of Modesty?"

You cackle, throwing your head back in laughter. "You witty bastard."

You watch as Harry zooms past on his broomstick, the Ravenclaw Seeker, Cho Chang, tailing after him.

"Gryffindor lead by eighty points to zero, and look at that Firebolt go! Potter's really putting it through its paces now. See it turn — Chang's Comet is just no match for it. The Firebolt's precision-balance is really noticeable in these long — "

"JORDAN! ARE YOU BEING PAID TO ADVERTISE FIREBOLTS? GET ON WITH THE COMMENTARY!"

Harry suddenly dives to the ground and you hold your breath, thinking he's seen the Snitch, but then he pulls up sharply and heads for the Ravenclaw end of the pitch, accelerating. Cho Chang follows suit, before she lets out a scream and points at three tall, black, hooded Dementors looking up at Harry.

You and Remus both turn to each other before quickly turning back to the match, just in time to see Harry produce his wand and yell, "Expecto patronum!"

A large silver stag erupts from Harry's wand and throws itself at the Dementors and knocks them off their feet —

Wait, their feet?

As you squint at the dark figures, you make out four young boys tangled in dark cloaks and click your tongue in disappointment, just as Harry grabs the Snitch and the stadium explodes into cheers.

You and Remus stand and leave your seats like the rest of the supporters, the Gryffindors rapidly streaming onto the pitch in celebration.

"You saw what I saw, right?" you ask.

"If you saw four boys playing dress-up as Dementors, then yes."

You find the four boys, immediately recognizing the faces of Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle and Marcus Flint.

"Well, well, well," you tut, hands on your hips as you look down at the heap of Slytherins. "Bet you regret doing that now, eh boys?"

They groan collectively and soon enough, McGonagall approaches with an expression of pure fury on her face. She starts to yell, and then Remus arrives with Harry in tow, and you don't miss the look on Harry's face at the sorry site in front of him.

"An unworthy trick!" McGonagall shouts. "A low and cowardly attempt to sabotage the Gryffindor Seeker! Detention for all of you, and fifty points from Slytherin! I shall be speaking Professor Dumbledore about this, make no mistake! Ah, here he comes now!"

You grin at Harry, whispering, "Excellent Patronus, Harry!"

He beams proudly.

An great victory for Gryffindor indeed, especially considering you're five-galleons richer as you return to your bedroom.

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Sharp knocking on your door jolts you awake that night, and you quickly swing your legs over and out of your bed to answer the incessant knocking. Dubh meows angrily at the interruption of her sleep, as if she doesn't sleep the whole day anyway.

"I'm coming, I'm coming..." you quickly leave your bedroom and enter your small office, unlocking the door and swinging it open. "Minerva?"

"Sirius Black has broken into the school again," she tells you quickly. "Ronald Weasley said he was standing over him with a knife not too long ago."

You feel your mouth drop, unable to form any cohesive sentences as your brain tries to wrap around the information you've just gotten. "What?"

She nods, a grim look on her face. "I am terribly sorry about this...but I do need to check your room."

You nod wordlessly, opening the door for her to step in. "Yeah, yeah, go ahead..."

McGonagall does a quick sweep of your office and bedroom, stopping to give Dubh a brief few pets before she returns to your side at the door, shaking her head.

"Nothing here, of course," she says. "Will you accompany me in my search of the rest of the castle?"

You give her a confused look. "Are you sure? I thought Dumbledore doesn't want me to be involved in any searches like this...lest I sabotage it."

McGonagall scoffs. "I trust you. I know you are not stupid enough to let him into the castle, let alone let him out of your sight if you had. "

You give her a small smile. "Thanks." You grab the keys to your room and step outside, closing it behind you and locking it firmly. "Alright, let's go..."

You walk down the hallway together, wands shining light and at the ready. "How the bloody hell did he get into Gryffindor Tower? Did he attack Sir Cadogan too?"

McGonagall kisses her teeth, shaking her head in frustration. "No. Neville Longbottom was so incredibly foolish he wrote down the whole week's passwords and then left them lying around for anyone to find."

You sigh. "Oh, Neville...poor, forgetful Neville."

You scour the halls together, occasionally passing Professors Vector and Flitwick on their own search, but end up finding no trace of Sirius anywhere.

You bid goodbye to McGonagall and return to your room. As you unlock the door, you half expect to find him on the other side, but when you open it there's no one there, just your desk, messily covered with parchment and quills.

You return to your bed, but can't sleep at all so you choose to sit up and read more of the book you've been reading lately. Dubh stretches, jumping up onto your bed to nestle herself in your lap, purring softly. You pause to reach out and scratch her ears, before returning to your book.

Why was Sirius standing over Ron Weasley with a knife? It just doesn't make sense to you. You really are beginning to think he did truly go mad. And there's no way Ron dreamt it because Sir Cadogan confirmed that he did let him in...so why? Why would he do that? He wasn't actually going to murder an innocent boy like that, was he? He wasn't going to really take someone's life just like that, was he?

You reach the end of your page and realise that your eyes are just looking at the words and not actually taking them in. So finally, you step out of your bed and choose to do what you always do when you can't sleep: stargaze.

You shrug on a warm hoodie and a pair of slippers, grab your wand and leave. Dubh decides to follow and the two of you make your way up the Astronomy Tower. You sit beside the railing, legs dangling out over the edge as you grip the railing, looking up into the dark sky above. Dubh wanders around the room, sniffing various objects and rubbing up against them, before eventually she settles on curling up beside you and closing her eyes.

It's a clear night thankfully, and you can see all the twinkling stars perfectly. Beautiful, flaming objects of gas that are millions and billions of light years away from you. It's crazy to think that you are just one small, near-imperceptible speck on the ever-growing canvas of the universe. It's what drew you to astronomy in the first place. The study of space, because that's all it is. Space. That idea that, really, nothing matters at all. The world does not revolve around you. It never has, and it never will.

It's something that's always fuelled you to stop worrying about things. Why spend your time on this earth, your beautiful one-in-an-infinity chance to live, worrying about things? Though you say that, you can't help but worry anyway. You worry about Sirius, you worry about your friends, your family, your students, your godson, your cat, your job. Because even though the world doesn't revolve around you, your world revolves around the things and people you love.

A thin line of light streaks through the sky and you silently wish for peace from the thoughts that trouble you.

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Security is noticeably tightened around the castle the next day. Filch is boarding up every crack and mouse hole in the castle; Flitwick teaches the front doors to recognise a picture of Sirius; and with Sir Cadogan sacked and the Fat Lady restored, big security trolls now patrol around her portrait, grunting at each other and comparing the size of their clubs.

You miss breakfast again, and tickle the pear on the fruit painting outside the kitchen, stepping inside quickly. The house elves all look up and greet you, immediately setting to work on something for your breakfast. Bitsy runs up to you excitedly, camera swinging around her neck.

"Hello, mistress!" she squeaks, holding up her camera. "Say 'cheers'!"

"Cheers...?" you say quizzically and there's a flash from Bitsy's camera.

A photo slowly emerges out the end of the camera and she shakes it excitedly, thrusting it into your face. Sure enough, there you are, mouthing the word 'cheers' with a confused expression.

You chuckle lightly, pushing the photo down out of your eye line gently. "Lovely, Bitsy. You could be a professional photographer at this rate!"

She grins wide, her big brown eyes twinkling. "Thank you, mistress!"

"Oh, and the word is 'cheese', not 'cheers', Bitsy," you say with a small laugh and she lets out a loud "Oh!".

Then you're presented with a tray of breakfast from another house elf, and you accept it gratefully as the elf bows. You sit down at a small table, tucking into a breakfast of fruit, pancakes and a great mug of tea.

You drain the mug, though you find you haven't got much of an appetite and give the house elves in front of you an apologetic look. "I'm awfully sorry, but my appetite just isn't there. Thank you all very much."

Bitsy bows with a smile. "That's okay, mistress! Bitsy is happy to help!"

"Bitsy is not the only house elf that prepared mistress's breakfast," another elf says with a scowl.

You chuckle lightly, smiling. "Don't worry, I am well aware. Thank you very much."

You turn to leave but are stopped by Bitsy. "Oh, mistress, the Headmaster told Bitsy to tell you he wants to see you in his office! He also said he really likes Bubbling Bonzies!"

You raise your eyebrows, nodding. "Oh, right. Okay. Thanks, Bitsy."

You leave, knowing well what Dumbledore wants to see you about. It's certainly not a raise in your pay, anyway. As you move through the castle, you pass Ron Weasley standing with Harry and relaying his chilling tale to a few second-year girls.

" — and I saw him standing over me, like a skeleton...with loads of filthy hair...holding this great long knife, must've been twelve inches..."

You continue walking past them, shaking your head, and it's not long before you arrive outside the entrance to Dumbledore's office. "Bubbling Bonzies," you say to the stone gargoyle. The wall starts to move and a spiral staircase is revealed to you. You make your way up and knock on the door to Dumbledore's office.

"Come in."

You push the door open, finding Dumbledore sitting at his desk and sitting in front of him, is none other than the Minister of Magic.

"Minister," you say in slight surprise, walking further into the room. Dumbledore gestures for you to sit down beside Fudge and you do, eyeing him warily.

"Now, Professor...I am sure you know why I have called you here," Dumbledore says and you nod.

"Yes, Headmaster."

"It is my understanding," Fudge says, turning his head to you, "that Sirius Black once again broke into the school and this time he successfully managed to get into Gryffindor Tower, terrifying the students there."

"You'd be right about that, Minister."

"What is your involvement?" Fudge demands, and you turn to him in disbelief.

"What is my involvement?" you repeat, glaring at him. "I didn't have any!"

Fudge scoffs. "It is more than just a coincidence that Black has managed to get into the school more than once! How did he do it?"

"I don't know, ask him!"

"Stop your denying!" Fudge snaps. "I have given you the benefit of the doubt time and time again, but I have had it up to here! Did you help Sirius Black get into this castle?"

"No, of course not!"

"Cornelius, please," Dumbledore intervenes calmly, bringing a hand up to silence the both of you. He looks at you. "Professor, please, can you tell us what you were doing last night after the Quidditch match?"

You sigh, kissing your teeth. "Alright. After the match, I went back to my quarters. I worked on a few things from my fifth-years, then I went to bed."

"What exactly did you work on?" Fudge demands.

"Essays on the relationship between Saturn's moons and its rings," you reply bitterly.

Dumbledore motions for you to continue. "Then, at around half one or so, Professor McGonagall came and informed me of the break-in. Then we searched the castle together, found no one, and I returned to my bedroom. Then I read a book, tried to sleep but couldn't, and went up to the Tower to stargaze."

"A likely story," Fudge mumbles under his breath.

"See, Cornelius? A perfect alibi," Dumbledore says.

"Perfect alibi? She was practically alone the whole time!"

You scoff. "Minister, honestly, what reason would I have to let him into the castle? Do you think I want him to go around scaring the life out of my students?"

"I — I don't know! How else could he have gotten in? He would have needed inside help."

"Take a walk, Minister. Don't you think that a man capable of breaking out of Azkaban on his own is capable of breaking in to Hogwarts on his own?"

"But — the Dementors — "

"If the Dementors didn't catch him then that's not my problem," you snap. "If they're really so hell-bent on giving him that Kiss then they ought to work a little harder."

Fudge doesn't respond.

"A lovely thing, by the way. The Dementors' Kiss."

Fudge makes a noise, halfway between a frustrated growl and a sigh. "He is a murderer. He deserves no better fate."

"No one deserves that fate other than Voldemort himself."

Fudge winces, hissing, "Don't speak that name!"

"Coward," you mutter under your breath, and Fudge doesn't hear it. "You didn't give Sirius a trial last time, why give him one this time? You're so kind, Minister."

"Please, Minister, let us put this matter to rest," Dumbledore says. "I have the utmost faith in my staff. I know she wouldn't do anything to jeopardize the safety of her students."

"I really, honestly, wouldn't," you say to Fudge earnestly. "I love my job and I love this school and I love my students. I would never do anything to hurt them."

It's quiet for a moment, before Fudge speaks, "Do you still think he is innocent?"

You don't respond.

Fudge silently fumes in his seat and Dumbledore says, "I think that is enough. You may go, Professor."

You breathe a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Headmaster." You give Fudge a parting glare and depart from the office, closing the door behind you.

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->-> read chapter ten here!

[theprongspotter]

24 Prompts til Christmas: Day 9

“Decorating is Never Easy” (Wolfstar)

Remus wonders if decorating a Christmas tree with Sirius is a good idea. He finds the answer to be “no” when he turns around and Sirius is covered in lights. They’re wrapped all over his body. “What the hell happened to you? I turn around for two seconds, Sirius, two!” He helps untangle the man, who has an innocent grin on his face.

“Well, I was trying to untangle them, but it didn’t go so well.”

Remus snorts. “No shit.”

The decorating only drives Remus more insane when Sirius places two red ornaments beside each other. He gasps, taking one of the ornaments off the tree and hanging it in another spot. “Sirius, stop putting these beside each other, they’re the same color! It looks gross.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Sirius says, not even fully paying attention. He digs through the ornament box before finding a suitable one and hanging a gold ornament near the red one instead. “Look, it’s like the Gryffindor common room.” He grins.

His husband sighs, rolling his eyes. “Why am I even doing this? I’m Jewish.”

“Because you love me,” Sirius responds in a sing song voice. He wraps his arms around Remus and kisses him.

When they pull apart, Remus smiles, but shakes his head. “You’re something else.”

He hangs another ornament on the tree and Sirius curiously peeks over his shoulder. “Look at him! I remember that day.”

In the middle of the snowflake ornament is a picture of none other than little Harry James Potter. He’s wearing a black dog onesie and laughing at the camera. What’s not pictured is Sirius, who is making faces at his godson behind the camera.

Remus breaks the silence of the moment. “It’s time for the star— Sirius what the actual fuck are you doing?”

Sirius has jumped on Remus’ back and is currently trying to climb onto his shoulders. “Hoist me up, big boy, I’m a star after all.”

“Sirius Lupin,” Remus warns through his teeth. “You’re too old to be doing this. I’m too old to be holding you. My back is aching,” he complains.

“We’re twenty one, mon cheri, live a little.” Sirius teases, pinching his husband’s cheek, who glares in response.

At last, they step away from the tree. The lights twinkle, the ornaments add a beautiful touch of color, and the star on top is shining brightly. It’s a little messy, but it’s perfect to them, and that’s all that matters.

[xjustakay]

(8/27) prompt: shade — 725 words (fame au; mentioned sexual content - pt.2, pt.3, pt.4, pt.5) @jegulus-microfic

“Oh, listen to this one.”

Regulus steps into the suite’s bathroom door, haloed by the light as he continues brushing his teeth. He lifts his brows at where James is sprawled back on the king size bed, naked save for a sheet precariously tossed just below his hips barely keeping him covered. Phone in hand, James huffs a laugh and shakes his head against the pillow propped beneath it.

“‘Movie star Regulus Black throws shade at older brother, Sirius Black, and alleged flame, James Potter’s band, The Marauders, in his most recent Instagram live,’” James reads from the screen. “‘Despite comments about choosing not to listen to the band’s music and therefore not having a favorite song when asked by fans, Regulus was still spotted at The Marauders’ concert tonight.’”

Regulus rolls his eyes dramatically. It’s got Rita fucking Skeeter’s name all over it, he doesn’t even have to ask. He turns back into the bathroom to finish up cleaning his teeth, James continuing to read behind him.

“‘Sources say he left with the band when they exited the venue, the two Black brothers looking especially cross with one another. Is big brother Sirius offended by his little brother’s lack of interest in his career? Is there new animosity brewing between them after all this time?’”

Regulus wipes his face and huffs before exiting the bathroom. “For fuck’s sake, that answer was a joke.”

“You make those?” James teases.

“Fuck off.”

James grins and sets his phone on the nightstand to watch Regulus cross the room to the bed. “I resent being called your ‘alleged flame,’ for the record.”

“And what would you prefer everyone call you?”

Regulus crawls onto the end of the bed slowly, pausing to leave a kiss against the inside of James’ bent-up knee, then another on top of his thigh as he eases further upward.

“‘Guy he’s sleeping with’ doesn’t have the same ring to it, journalistically speaking,” Regulus adds.

James knocks his knee into his shoulder and Regulus hides his own grin by tilting down to kiss at James’ hip bone.

“Dancing around the big, bad B-word still, are we, love?” James asks. 

It's mostly teasing, but Regulus knows it’s a conversation they’ve been needing to have for a little while now. They’ve been seeing each other in secret for several months, carefully working around one another’s schedules and dodging cameras the best they can, keeping this their own for as long as possible.

Still, he chooses to lean into the joke. “Bitch? That’s new for you.”

Immediately, James lets out a loud laugh. “I hate you.”

“Mm, write a song about it.”

Regulus moves upward still, straddling James’ hips and dragging his palms up the tan skin of his chest. James doesn’t waste the opportunity, settling his hands at Regulus’ ass. Leaning down, Regulus presses a slow, lazy kiss to James’ mouth, tongue sliding between pliant lips. It’s not rushed, not really for the sake of anything more right away, and it’s nice. 

James hums and inches back just barely, mumbling right against Regulus’ mouth when he says, “I might, you know.”

“Good.” Their noses nudge together when Regulus nods. 

He quickly kisses James again, twice in hurried succession, before sitting up on top of him, head spinning a little. James slides his hands from Regulus’ ass, one stopping at his hip while the other moves to rest on top of his thigh. 

“You’re overdressed.” He tugs at the band of the Calvin Klein briefs snug at Regulus’ hips, letting the elastic snap sharply against his skin. It’s the only clothing he’s got on and it’s still too much.

Regulus’ lips twitch in a smirk. “Your fault.”

“Uh, wrong, not at all my fault. If I remember correctly, your words after the show were ‘if I don’t have your dick in my mouth the moment we’re alone, I might cry.’”

“Never in my fucking life,” Regulus laughs. He watches the way that the sound of it makes James brighten —always so thrilled with himself when he manages to bring it out.

“No?” James furrows his brow deeply, playfully feigning confusion. “Huh. Maybe I’ve got a future in writing for a celebrity gossip blog with this imagination.”

“You’re an idiot.”

James taps him on the tip of his nose, chuckling when Regulus scowls a bit about it. “Yours, though.”

[ddejavvu]

For multiverse Monday can u do rockstar!sirius black x reader :) maybe something with spice??

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

combined with: stupid thought for multiverse monday - sirius trying to convince reader he's not a catfish on tinder (other dating sites are available 😂)

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The picture that stares back at you is not what you were expecting. It's, in fact, the same picture as your home screen, famed guitarist Sirius Black peering around his phone with a smirk into the camera. Apparently, Regulus Brown had not been genuine with you in his pursuits on tinder.

nice try, you type back scathingly, that's not you. that's sirius black. what, did you look up 'ruggedly handsome man' on pinterest?

Ruggedly handsome? He replies, I'm flattered xx

I'm reporting you for catfishing, you decide, I'm not sure why you chose me to pick on, but all you're doing is wasting time.

You don't manage to hit the block button in time, and another message comes through.

Hey! I'm not catfishing, this is me. I'm Sirius Black. The guitarist. You're a fan?

You roll your eyes, though he can't see it, I am. Let me guess, you need $2000 and the numbers on the back of my credit card? Wasting. Time.

I'm not scamming you! you imagine his face as a pathetic frown, trying to pull his scheme together, but he'd really sent it with more of an incredulous guffaw, I'm really Sirius Black. You want photo proof?

You tried that already, I've seen the picture.

A new one then, he promises, wait a second.

You might as well wait for another picture of Sirius. Even if the man's catfishing you, you'll save the photo, add it to your collection of pictures of the rockstar, then block him. Although you're fairly certain you have every picture of him in existence, so he can't offer you something you don't already have.

There, a picture comes in, blocking out most of the screen, better?

It's a new picture. One you've never seen before, the man laying on his side, clearly shirtless from his bare shoulders, on grey sheets. His stubble has grown out, and his hair is ragged, tousled over his forehead as he peers at the camera with sleepy eyes.

Where did you get that picture?

My camera, he shoots back, it's me.

It can't be you, you insist, Sirius Black does not need tinder to find girls.

I needed it to find you, didn’t I?

This isn’t funny. You fume, No one is gonna be stupid enough to believe you. Leave me alone.

You close the app. You quickly reopen it, though, to save the picture he'd sent you. At least you're getting new content.

You flick on the television to try and forget about it. It works almost instantly, the dull chatter of the sitcom you've switched on drowning out your stewing anger. You forget about it so well, in fact, that ten minutes passes before you pick up your phone again. You click on the notification it displays before remembering why you shouldn't, and groan when a video auto-plays.

It's Sirius Black.

"I'm almost impressed you're this stubborn," He drawls, head still resting on his pillows, "Or I would be, if it wasn't this infuriating to get called a catfish over and over again. Y/N Y/L/N," Your stomach drops when your name falls from his lips, "It's really me. I'm not lying to you, this isn't a trick, it's me, alright? And if you still don't believe me," He scoffs, groaning as he throws his head back, "I think I'll have to write a song about the one that got away."

[masivechaos]

INFIRMARY

regulus black x gn! potter! reader

Request: yes / no

see the request here!

Synopsis: You had enough of hiding from James your relationship and apparently, elements help you

Warning/content: hurt/comfort a little, kissing, my English

a.n.: 3k words- i hate this one won't be mad if you let it flop (jk reblogs are appreciated)

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You looked left and right, taking a small and quiet step on the wooden floor, wincing as you hoped it wouldn’t crack under your foot. You took sight of the common room, you were alone.

A sigh of relief passed your lips. You took some more confident steps and finally made it to the corridor. Your wand in one hand, a gift in the other, you made your way to the Slytherin common room without appealing Filch or his crazy cat.

You waited in a corner for Regulus to come to get you. Your lips automatically tugged up when you saw his raven hair stepping out of the room. His stare scanned the space before landing on you.

His pace grew faster as he walked to you, he looked around before grabbing your hand that was before holding the wand, which was now in your front pocket, and kissing it softly “Hi, darling”

Your cheeks could only heat up at the simple gesture “Hi, Reggie” he smiled at you and if you ever doubt you loved him, you were sure now. He was so perfect.

He didn’t go off your hand as he dragged you to his dorm, passing by the common room where the only present people were Barty and Evan, who knew about you and kept it a secret and send you a teasing look that Regulus royally ignored, and a random bloke asleep on his homework.

When you were alone, Regulus looked down at the gift you had kept in your grip “What’s this?” he asked confused as you both sat on his bed. That was the good thing about Salazard’s selfishness, every student had their own bedroom and bathroom.

You playfully raised your eyebrows “I don’t know. Open it” you bit your bottom lip, excited to see his reaction.

Regulus tore the paper away and saw what you had given him. “That’s our photos?” he looked at you with a shy smile and you nodded.

“Yes! You asked for them so” you trailed off the last syllable. You and Regulus loved to take pictures together with your muggle camera a friend offered you for your birthday. And you had kept most of them but decided to give them so you could hang them on his wall.

Regulus’ eyebrows knitted together “On my walls?” and you hummed. Your respective brothers didn’t know about your relationship and it was better like this. One would cry and the other would cry because his best friend is crying.

But considering Sirius never came to his brother’s room, you could allow yourself to spread some clues, right? Because James often came to your dorm since he loved to tell you about his attempts to get Lily.

You took a photograph between your fingers, you were both kissing under the snow on it, grabbed a roll of tape in his nightstand drawer and stood on his bed. You cut pieces of it that you stuck behind the photo after making a loop with each one of them and pressed the picture on the wall before releasing it, making sure it stuck well.

“Tadaaa” you said as you proudly show the picture to Regulus. He chuckled and stood up next to you “I think we look pretty good” you said as he looped his arms around your shoulders to keep you close.

He smiled at you softly “We do” he kissed your temple gently and you both spent the rest of the night hanging pictures on his wall.

When you were done you let yourself fall on the bed and Regulus joined you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and hid his face in your neck. You didn’t even need words to understand each other. You just hugged him back, gentle but tight and fell asleep.

:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

You groaned as you woke up to the sound of the alarm, it was way too early. It was one of the inconveniences to have a secret relationship, you had to sneak back to the common room before anyone would be awake.

Regulus moved a bit when you got out of bed “Sorry.” you apologized before kissing his forehead. “I have to go” he sat up, watching you dressing up. You walked back to the bed to give him a final kiss and left the dorm.

You headed to the Gryffindor common room as carefully as the night before. But unless the last time, it wasn’t empty.

You had the nice surprise to find your brother standing there, in his quidditch robes. You closed your eyes if you can’t see him, he can’t see you, right? “What are you doing here?” fuck.

When you opened your eyes you found a confused James standing in front of you. “What are you doing here?” you asked back. You winced, that was such a stupid question, he was in his quidditch clothing.

James raised his eyebrow “Practice?” you let out a sigh “Oh well, good practice” you tried to walk to your dorm but he stopped you “You didn’t answer my question”

You took a deep breath as you turned to him “I spent the night in the infirmary” was the only excuse you thought about.

James’ face fell “Oh. Are you okay?” he asked concerned and you felt a little guilty he was worrying about something fake. But you quickly nodded and rushed to your room, wanting this discussion to finish as fast as possible and wishing James will about it.

But unfortunately, he didn’t. After his practice, when he found his friends he didn’t miss telling them about the incident “I hope Y/n’s fine” he said as he plopped down on the couch next to Peter.

The latter raised an eyebrow as he took a bite of Moony’s chocolate he wasn’t supposed to eat “What happened?” Sirius and Remus turned their head, interested to know.

“Saw them coming back in the common this morning. Said they spent the night in the infirmary” Remus’ eyes widened as he choked on his own saliva “Infirmary?” he said with amusement.

Remus was the only one, with Evan and Barty, to know about you and Regulus. Since he was surprisingly good friends with Sirius’ little brother and happened to walk into the both of you making out he promised not to say anything to his friends with this mischievous smile of his on his face.

So of course he knew you didn’t say the truth to James and he knew his friend was totally oblivious and therefore didn’t understand you lied.

:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

And James was so oblivious that he didn’t even catch you when you were studying with Regulus.

You were sitting next to your boyfriend in the library, in appearance, you could be considered friends but you still looked close. And James only had confusion painted over his face and walked to the both of you, encouraged by Sirius to do it.

“Why are you both together?” your eyes widened, you weren’t supposed to see them now, they normally didn’t have a free period now.

You swallow “We’ve been assigned together for a potion project” you felt Remus’ gaze on you he peeked at your papers, it wasn’t potion at all. You turned your head to look at him. He was clearly amused by the situation, with his small smile. You shot him a glare that could say ‘don’t you dare to say anything’ to which Remus nodded, still laughing at the situation.

James, Peter and Sirius, who was still a little suspicious, were fast to go but Remus stayed a little longer.

“Spent the night in the infirmary” he quoted with a laugh. You rolled your eyes “I panicked!” you said with a sigh as you slammed your head against the table stronger than you wanted, you whined, exasperated.

Remus smiled at the both of you like a proud father “I still don’t know how they didn’t figure it out yet” Regulus rested a reassuring hand on your shoulder and you groaned at the older boy's intervention.

You were sick of hiding your relationship, to be honest. You wanted to be able to hold his hand in the corridors, to have a date at Madame Puddifoots like every other young couple. But you didn’t know your respective brothers would react yet, you wanted to be sure before telling them.

And Remus knew that and he knew how his friends could be stubborn and hot-heated “I’ll cover you since you apparently are bolder now” he sent you a smirk and left the room.

You let out a long sigh, Regulus touch his knee with yours before resting his hand on your thigh. You looked down and smiled sadly, he knew what you were thinking about. And he was feeling the same, secret relationships could suck.

Your heart tightened, why was it so complicated? At first, it was exciting to be hiding but after months it was just constraining. Your chair moved as you got up, your eyes darted into the library, making sure no one was looking and you leaned in, your lips meeting Regulus’s forehead for a second.

He grabbed your fingers before you walked out of the room, he wanted to find a way to cheer you up. He dug into every space in his mind and found an idea.

When he stepped into his dorm, he rushed to his desk. He wasn’t the best with words but if he ever talked it was sincere and spontaneous and pure, he took a quill in his hand and started to write.

After some minutes, the letter was done. He wanted to make you feel better but he felt like some words weren’t enough so he planned a date.

The next day, he sat next to you during charms and slipped the letter in your bag carefully. He then caught your attention but kicking his foot against yours, your eyebrows knitted together in confusion and you saw a little piece of paper on your desk.

You took it carefully between your fingers ‘Date with me, darling?’ you smiled to yourself as you nodded, obviously you wanted to go out with him. After the class, you waited that everyone leave the room to talk to him.

Regulus looked up at you as you sat on the desk “What do you have planned for me?” you asked with a smug face, he let out a quiet chuckle “Follow me” you liked this more teasing part of Regulus, a part only you could see.

You followed him, asking him where you were going but he refused to tell you. When you finally reached the black lake, you stopped. He turned around, hair in his face as the wind blew against him, he stretched out his hands to point at the grass “Have a seat”

You laughed at his behaviour before plopping down on the floor, Regulus did the same. The urge to put your head on his lap as you would usually do when you were alone was so strong but you had to fight it. But since no one you knew was around you allowed yourself to let your head fall on his shoulder.

That’s how you spent the next hour, just talking about everything and living like a ‘normal’ couple for an instant was genuinely enjoyable. You were grateful he had this idea.

But the moment was interrupted as you received a small rock. You groaned and furrowed your brows before looking up to find Remus standing not so far from you. With a head movement, he showed you James and Sirius behind him.

You thanked him with a smile and got up after dropping a discreet kiss on Regulus’ cheek. You quickly greeted James and walked to your dorm, when you sat at your desk and opened your bag you had the surprise to find a piece of paper.

Confused, you unfolded it and recognised Regulus’ handwriting. It was a sweet and comforting letter, he was telling you about your lives after Hogwarts when he would be away from the toxic grip of his family and your respective brothers would know about you and accept it. It was maybe oneiric but it was what you needed to hear.

You fell asleep with a smile on your lips and a stronger motivation to tell James.

And you felt bolder now, you cared less about being caught. It was Saturday so you decided to invite Regulus to your dorm because none of your roommates was staying for the day it was the perfect occasion.

You waited for him after breakfast and grabbed his hand when he set foot out of the Great Room. He jumped slightly, surprised to find you “You scare me,” he said, a little out of breath.

A laugh escaped your lips as you guided him through the castle “Y/n!” he called from behind you. With a sly smile, you turned around and hummed. “Where are we going? We’re going to get caught!” he whisper-yelled.

“There’s no one! It’s gonna be okay!’ you reassured as you reached the Fat Lady portrait. You mumbled the password and, after verifying no one was in sight in the common room, led Regulus to your dorm.

Regulus never stepped inside it, the more he had done was to wait in a corner in front of the painting. Therefore, he carefully observed the little details in the room, quickly deducing which bed was yours since he saw the pillows and blanket you would bring when you had picnic dates.

You sat on the red sheets, your back against the headboard “I thought we could read” you said as you took the book that was resting on your bedside table. Regulus nodded before resting his head on your lap.

As one of your hands was holding the book, the other was dancing in his dark locks, your fingers brushing the skin of his forehead every now and then. He listened to the relaxing sound of your voice, arousing his ears tenderly. There wasn’t a better place.

His eyes shut and he let a calm sigh, settling further on your knees.

You kept reading for a good hour before a knocking at your door could be heard. You froze. “Who’s there?” you bit on your bottom lip as you pronounced these words, tension building in your stomach.

A muffled but energetic “James!” came to your ears. Your eyes widened as you looked down at Regulus who was as surprised as you were. You weren’t completely panicked though, James finding out was maybe not the worst thing ever. You mostly dreaded Sirius’ reaction.

But it’s not like you had time to think, the door opened wide. James’ eyes fell on Regulus, he had sat up but his hair was dishevelled and his cheeks were pink. With your guilty airs it looked like you have been kissing. You didn’t, but you could have been and that was the problem.

His face scrunched up in confusion and the awkward silence was broken by Sirius's voice “What’s hap-” his voice died in the back of his throat as he saw the both of you.

You immediately felt your face (and whole body if you were focused enough) getting hot, waiting for their reactions.

“Tell me I’m dreaming” Sirius said as he tugged on James’ sleeve. You let out the breath you had held for the last minute, it wasn’t so bad for the moment. No yell yet.

James opened his mouth but no sound came out, but not in an angry way, he was just confused. “There’s something between the two of you?” he finally managed to say.

You peeked at Regulus, asking him with your eyes if you could tell the truth. He let you know it was fine and you glanced back at your brother. “Yeah” you said it so low, he mostly understood by reading on your lips.

The two best friends looked at each other, processing the information. At the same time, Remus and Peter, who, as a very observant person, had figured out since the last time what was happening, were holding their laughter.

But they had the bad idea to glance at each other for a second and they immediately laughed. Their friends looked at them “What’s so funny?” Sirius whined.

Remus swallowed before answering, still grinning “That you didn’t figure it out yet” James’ eyes grew wide and his mouth opened agape.

“You knew?” he asked, not seeing this coming when the scarred boy nodded as he smirked at you. “That’s why the infirmary!” he remembered all the time you gave him fake excuses.

That was a massive chaos. And you had to put an end to it “Hey!” you shouted to the group of friends bickering “Can we talk calmly?” you demanded, feeling Regulus smile proudly next to you.

“I agree” James said as he took a step forward the both of you. “You love each other?” he asked as he wet his lips, you would think he would be maybe angry but he didn’t seem so mad. You were even surprised by his question.

You nodded, slipping your hand into Regulus’s, gripping it strongly. You felt him squeezing your hand back, interlacing your fingers. Even with bad vision and glasses, everyone could see you were being honest, just the way you were super close but were too shy to look at each other.

Sirius let out a long sigh “I just don’t want you to hurt each other. If you fight, I won’t take part because I won’t argue with James” he warned and James nodded.

Obviously, they would need a time of adaptation but you could count on Remus who would scowl at James if he was being dramatic. But in the end, it was what you had always wanted, a sweet boyfriend and a supportive family. You couldn’t wish it better.

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⋆ ★ regulus black taglist: @ell0ra-br3kk3r @sw34terw34ther @cauliflowertree @spncvr @madison-rebel @moonlitmeeks @vintagepearlss

[friendly-neighborhood-boricua]

Favorite Photo

Summary: Sirius does the tiktok trend where there’s some fake dialogue at the beginning saying “why do you keep smiling at that one photo?” and then he shows a cute photo of Y/N

Notes: Harry Potter Universe, Sirius Black x reader (no Y/N beyond the summary), modern!AU (only because there’s tiktok), headcanons

This trend popped up on Sirius’s for you page and he immediately wanted to do it

I think there are two possibilities with Sirius doing this trend

The first one is super sweet and fluffy, because we all know Sirius is Sweetheart™

He spends way too long scrolling through his photos, trying to find the perfect photo of you and him together

And that kinda turns into him just going through his entire camera roll and looking at all the photos and watching all the videos

He’s easily distracted lol

And eventually he finds a video that James took when they were at a party

James is quite drunk, but the video is surprisingly steady, and he’s walking around the party and finding each of the Marauders

Just for fun, I guess? James still doesn’t remember that party because he was really out of it, but that’s okay lol

And when he finally gets to Sirius, he finds the both of you laying on the couch with Sirius laying on your stomach, his chin resting on your chest as he just kinda stares at you

So Sirius takes a screenshot and boom, new favorite photo of the two of you

And of course, he’s got that lovesick look in his eyes at the beginning of the tiktok when the screen says something to the effect of ‘Why do you keep smiling at that photo??’, and the background music is probably like Billie Eilish’s cover of Hotline Bling or something pretty and soft like that (“Just like you!” Sirius insists, and everyone in the room rolls their eyes)

Most of Sirius’s followers (besides his friends, of course) follow him because he’s an absolutely GORGEOUS specimen of the human species, and you’re fine with that because, let’s be real, you agree with them

But when he posts stuff about you and him (which is relatively often) it’s always this sort of thing: lovey dovey and soft and sweet

And all of his followers go absolutely wild for it

They eat that shit up

Every one of them sees the both of you as their ideal relationship, and they all simply love you both immensely

Now, if you recall, I did say there are two possibilities

The second is kinda silly, but I think it still fits with Sirius’s personality

Because this time around, Sirius knows exactly which photo he wants to use

And it’s an absolutely terrible one

Not actually terrible, of course, because Sirius thinks you look gorgeous in every photo, and he’d never post any photo of yours without your express permission

But not exactly your finest moment either

It’s probably something silly, like you making a disgusted face at something, glaring at him after a prank, ugly-laughing at something one of your friends said—you get the gist

Maybe he’d post this one after the first one with something like “runner up” in the description lmao

Of course, it’s all in good fun, and if you were to perhaps come to him pouting once you see it, he’ll cuddle you to death and apologize and ask if you want him to delete it

He’s such a thoughtful little sweetheart <3

[luveline]

idk if you've done anything like this but maybe a rockstar!james where he introduces his relationship to the world/his fans ?

this was SO FUN tysm for your request! ♥ fem!reader | 1.1k words

James had asked specifically before he did what he did if it was okay. You love him and think it's sweet that he wants to, so you tell him to make sure he uses a good picture. 

Some huge magazine had asked him to do a video for their website. You know vaguely when it gets uploaded because suddenly friends and even acquaintances are texting you repetitively. It's not long after that when The Marauders superfans start requesting to follow your twitter account. You'd set it to private beforehand, though there was nothing of interest there anyways, only retweets and Spotify links. You're glad you did when the notifications start and don't stop. 

You turn off your phone and open up your laptop, navigating to the magazine's website, where the front page boasts your pretty boyfriend's face right at the top. You click the video link and wait for it to load, heartbeat as quick as a mouse's.

The introduction is quick. James sits behind a white table wearing a black, nondescript short-sleeved t-shirt. His fancy watch catches the light as he leans forward. "Hey, I'm James Potter from the rock band The Marauders, and today I'll be showing you guys what's in my bag." 

He picks up a much cleaner version of his rucksack, new for the shoot. His actual rucksack sits at the bottom of your bed. You move your socked feet out of the way so you can compare it to the fraud on screen. It'll be fun to poke fun at him tonight over his lies. 

There's not a lot of guidance to the video. He takes things out one at a time and gives some story behind them. There's a battered pair of drumsticks and a cleaner pair swiftly follows. James goes through them quickly, so a spare is always a good idea. The drumsticks are followed by a piece of drum gum in a plastic case, and a wrist brace for his dicky left arm. 

He pulls out his chapstick with a subtle smirk. 

"And my book," he says, pulling out a messed up paperback. You roll your eyes when you see it because it's not his book at all, it's yours, and he's wrecked it completely. 

A bookmark sticks out about halfway through. "I got this recommended to me by a very pretty girl. Beautiful women seem to always have the best taste in books. I don't have to tell you guys," he says with a wink. He puts the book with everything else he's unveiled so far. "And it's a damn good book." 

You flush warm with pleasure.  

He pulls out some amazingly expensive headphones, an adapter for his electric drum kit, a different pair of noise cancelling headphones, his custom earplugs, his phone charger – again, new for the shoot – and a familiar notebook. 

"This is for everything." He pulls it open to a random page and broadcasts what's clearly not his own handwriting. "I hate transcribing. Remus has done it for me here," he confides. "You have to love him." 

You can imagine the twitter uproar as fans sing the band's bassist's praises. You do have to love Remus, he's an angel, and you'll have to have a word with James about taking advantage of his friend's kindness. 

He turns it to another page. There's a sketch there of a tree you don't really recognise. James draws a lot, more than you could ever keep track of. He's even painted you a landscape or two in heavy gauche before, gifts with awfully sweet dedications on the back. 

He's very good. "For sketching and things. This was a sycamore outside of the Point House arena. It had those helicopter seeds falling from it. You remember when you'd pick those up as a kid and throw them back up into the air?"

The camera person says something and James nods passionately. "Right, we'd have races too! Simpler times." 

It cuts to James pulling out his wallet and his phone. They ask to see his phone wallpaper and he obliges. It's a photo of him and Sirius as kids. They could only be thirteen or fourteen in the photograph, but already Sirius holds his wicked charm like a knife, a sharp smile and a sharper gaze, though his arm around James shoulder is languidly placed. 

"Yep, he's always been like that." 

And finally, his wallet. It's nothing fancy. You can't afford anything as quality as he could himself but he hasn't tried to replace it since you bought it. He peels it open and makes a joke about nobody stealing his identity. 

He smiles wide. "Here's the most important thing in my bag. No, not my card." 

He pulls a piece of white paper from the fold between deft fingers and then turns it to reveal you, a photo of you.

You'll admit you look pretty. There's nothing fanciful to it, just you giving him a soft smile with your hair done up, your head tilting ever so slightly toward your lifted shoulder. 

"This is my girl." He pulls your photo toward him and looks down over the top, no bravado, no charming comment. He smiles at you. "Doesn't she look nice here?" 

The camera person says something again. James looks up, waiting for them to finish before he grins. 

"Yeah, this is my girlfriend. Y/N." 

There's subtitles for the camera person's next question. "This is the first time you've talked about having a partner publicly. Why now?" 

The truth is just the unfortunate consequence of fame. Smear campaigns, hatemail, paparazzi, invasions of privacy. But you can't hide forever. And it feels nice – feels incredible, like your cheeks might bruise from the ache of your smile – to be shown off. 

"'Cos I wanna take her on vacation for our six months, and I want the first photo people see of her to be this one, rather than her drooling on my arm in the airport." 

You laugh. 

"Six months, you've been together?" the camera person asks. 

"And counting. Best six months of my life." 

The interview moves on. There's a few layover shots of the bag's contents. You can't help but feel embarrassed at your face on a clear display next to his wallet, though a binging notification catches your attention before you can pick it apart. 

You click on the notification, an email. It opens, James' voice in the background talking about the new album. 

It's unsurprisingly from loverboy himself. 

Answer your phone!!!!! sent from my iPhone.

You email him back. I've had to turn it off. 

Oh fuck. Are you okay?

You pull the email tab to the side and watch James smile and say goodbye to everyone watching. 

Yeah, I'm perfect. Facetime me?

On you like a rash. 

[mundrakan]

Prompt: Dance AU

@wolfstarmicrofic - 145 words

They were the two best dancer in the world right now. Fiery, powerful Sirius Black and sensual, emotional Remus Lupin. But they hadn't worked together, until now, until this. Minerva was supposed to make them work together, to create the perfect choreography and scenery. But there was literally nothing she could or should do.

They were professionals, they knew their routine, but this, was... magical. Black jumped into a pirouette, seemingly without ever losing eye contact, and Lupin seemed to kindle the flame with just a few movements. Then the first touch, a pull back and forth, a stumble, elegant and perfect, just like she had imagined it. Full contact, passionate, and startled pulling apart.

Minerva couldn't take her eyes of the flirtatious play.

She could only hope that someone had the wits to keep the camera rolling. No second take would ever beat this.

[fruitcoops]

So I was just watching Matty Healy’s “celebrity school run” interview from BCC Radio One, and my mind jumped right to imagining Sirius with a couple awestruck hockey kids in the back of his truck, navigating questions as he drives them around (maybe to hockey practice instead of school??)! Congrats on finishing finals!! <3

Fic O'Ween Day 9: Sugar Rush! Cap credit to @lumosinlove and fest credit to @noots-fic-fests <3 Cutie patootie start to the weekend!

“Ask him!”

“I don’t wanna ask. You do it.”

“Everything alright back there?”

A small boy in a blue shirt dropped an elbow into the side of his, equally small yet significantly blonder, companion. “How does the internet work?” the blond boy blurted.

In the front seat, Sirius Black frowned at the road. “Quoi?”

“I told you it was a dumb question!” a redheaded little girl whispered across the seat.

“The internet,” the blond boy repeated, twisting the pocket of his cargo shorts into a nub in his fist. “How’s it work?”

“Uh…”

“My mom said the government tells you on your first adult birthday,” the dark-haired boy informed him as he leaned forward onto the console. “So you’ve gotta know, ‘cause you’re totally an adult.”

“Your mother is right, Ethan,” Sirius agreed. His eyes darted to the small camera stuck on the car’s dashboard. “That’s—yes, you’ll have to wait until you’re eighteen to find out. I can’t tell you. It would be illegal.”

Ethan rolled his eyes. “But you’re Canadian, so American laws don’t apply to you.”

“It’s international.” Suburban homes rolled past outside, surrounded by fresh spring foliage. “The UN decided on that rule.”

“Aw, man.”

“Are you really getting married?” the redheaded girl piped up.

“Yes.”

“When?”

“Summer.”

“But when?”

“Summer,” Sirius repeated with a laugh.

“What day?” She poked her head between the front seats as well, bumping shoulders with Ethan. “Can we come?”

“Definitely not. Both of you, sit back, you’re going to get hurt.” Sirius glanced into the rearview mirror as he turned onto another narrow street. “Look at Jacob. He’s doing it right.”

Jacob preened, shooting each of his companions a Cheshire grin. “Lydia said you’re getting married to your boyfriend. Is that true?”

“Fiance, but yes.” Sirius reached back to shoo Lydia and Ethan back into their seats, one hand on the wheel. “Why do you know so much about my wedding? Aren’t you supposed to ask me hockey questions?”

“We have time. School doesn’t start for an hour.” Lydia folded her hands in her lap and squinted to look out at the road. “Also, my sister plays hockey and she was telling me that her team was telling her that you're gonna be the first married hockey player ever.”

“That’s…that’s not true.”

“Of course it is.”

“There are so many married hockey players!” Sirius laughed.

“Oh yeah?” Jacob challenged. “Who?”

“James Potter, Pascal Dumais, Sergei Ivanov, Adam Fox, Mika Zibanejad, Brad Marchand—I think most NHL players are married, actually.”

“Is the Earth actually round, or is the government lying?” Ethan asked, picking at the back of Sirius’ seat.

Sirius pressed his lips together for a moment. “Ah,” he began, coughing through a laugh. “Nope, it’s definitely round. People have known that for a long time.”

“My uncle says the government lies a lot.”

“Well, my uncle works for the government,” Jacob scoffed.

“Well—”

“Why is the Earth round?” Lydia butted in. “I think you’re lying. If it was round, everything in Australia would be upside down.”

“Oh god,” Sirius muttered. “Okay, new rule: no flat Earth discussions in the car.”

“Cause you’re lying?”

“Cause Galileo is spinning in his grave.”

“Isn’t that the bird from the movie with the girl and the volcano and the lizard and Russell Crowe and that one lady?”

Jacob gasped and turned to her. “My mom loves Russell Crowe! Y’know, Mr. Sirius Black, you kinda look like Russell Crowe.”

“No, he doesn’t.”

“He kinda does,” Ethan admitted.

“Nuh-uh.”

“Yuh-huh.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Yuh-huh.”

“Nuh—”

“Okay,” Sirius announced as he paused at a stoplight with a thousand-yard stare. “We’re not doing any ‘nuh-uh’s until you are safely at school. Do you act like this when your parents are driving?”

All three children stared at him from the backseat. For a singular second, their fidgeting paused. “Like what?” Lydia asked, clearly bewildered. “The lady with the camera told us to ask you questions.”

Sirius seemed to process that for a beat. His fingertips drummed on the steering wheel while they waited for the light to change. “I’m starting to realize I don’t spend enough time with kids to know how you’re supposed to act.”

“Isn’t your brother a million years younger than you?”

“Six years.”

Lydia gave him a skeptical look over her glasses. “I’m only eight, so that’s basically forever.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“How come clouds have different shapes?” Ethan asked. “Is it because birds fly through them and turn them all thin after they’re fluffy?”

“No, the wind does that.”

“Why?”

“It’s the wind, it doesn’t have reasons.”

“How do you know.”

“Because I’m an adult. Hey, look, a pigeon.”

All three children lunged toward the window, straining at their seatbelts and booster seats. Sirius glanced at the dashcam with a small, pleased smile and made a smooth left turn onto Main Street. “Where is it?” Jacob asked eagerly. “Was it big? What color was it? I don’t see it.”

“Oh, I think it was in the parking lot back there,” Sirius said casually. “Keep an eye out, see if there are more.”

“I’m never allowed to ask adults this many questions,” Lydia gushed, swinging her feet above the floor of the car. “Do you pay taxes?”

“Yes.”

“How do they work?”

“Good question. I have no idea.”

Ethan, apparently tired of pigeon-spotting, sat up straight and began peeling a sticker off the side of his booster. “Do you speak French?”

“Ouais.”

“Can you say something in French?”

“Ouais,” Sirius repeated with a grin.

“Please?”

“I just did.”

“Way,” Ethan mimicked. “Ha! That sounds like a duck. Wah-wah-wah-wah—”

“Yellow punch buggy.”

A flurry of movement and stifled ‘ow’s followed on swift wings; Sirius winced, but didn’t seem particularly regretful. “So,” he tried again. “What do you guys like to do at school?”

“Have lunch.”

“Read.”

“Recess.”

He nodded with a light laugh. “You know what, that’s fair.”

Jacob cocked his head to the side. “Did you like school?”

“I loved school.”

“What was your favorite subject?”

“Math.” A simultaneous false gag from three different mouths made him jump slightly, glancing over his shoulder. “Jesus—”

“I hate math,” Lydia declared. “We started multiplication and it makes my head hurt.”

“That’s unfortunate.”

Ethan’s nose wrinkled. “I like math, but it’s definitely not my favorite. Hey, do you have tattoos?”

“No.”

“Can we see them?”

Sirius’ brow knit. “I just told you I don’t have any.”

“You’re a hockey player, you gotta have tattoos. Thomas Walker has them, Cole Reyes has them, James Potter has them…”

“James doesn’t have tattoos,” Sirius snorted. “Where are you getting your information?”

“My brother. He knows everything.”

“How old is he?”

“Eleven.”

Sirius nodded slowly, biting the inside of his cheek. “A wise age.”

“How many teeth are you missing?”

“None, dude,” Jacob interrupted. “Didn’t you see earlier? He has perfect teeth. Hey, Mr. Sirius Black, did you have braces?”

“No.”

“Your teeth just grew like that?”

“Mhmm.”

“I just lost a tooth last week.”

Sirius stopped at the corner, looking over his shoulder at them. “Oh, really? Your first?”

“Nah, my fifth,” Jacob answered, as jaded as a third-grader could get. “It’s boring now. I got a quarter for it, though. My sister wanted to tie it to a doorknob, but my dad didn’t let her.”

Lydia nodded solemnly. “My cousin lost her first tooth when a piñata hit her.”

“I lost mine while I was eating a tuna sandwich,” Ethan added. “Then it was a blood sandwich. It was crazy.”

“Gross,” Lydia said with great approval.

Apparently satisfied with the direction the conversation had gone, the car remained near-silent for almost fifteen seconds. They headed past several gas stations (and their pigeon-filled parking lots) before stopping once again at a red light.

Ethan let out a loud gasp. “Tim Hortons!”

Sirius turned as if on instinct, craning his neck, before he seemed to realize the danger of the situation. Lydia slapped at the back of the driver’s seat with an excited hand, bouncing in her booster. “We gotta go, we gotta go, we gotta go.”

To his credit, Sirius spared a half-second to consider it. “Absolutely not.”

To his demise, Sirius spared a half-second to consider it. They fell on him like miniature wolves to a downed caribou.

“Please,” Ethan begged. “Please, please, their hot cocoa is so good, you don’t understand.”

“I’m Canadian, I understand better than you do.”

“Then we have to go!”

“There is no world where I get three kids on a Tim Horton’s sugar rush before school.” He shook his head and began turning off Main Street. “Not in this lifetime. Your teachers would hunt me for sport.”

“You’re Canadian! You’re—you’re Queb—” Ethan made a frustrated noise and turned to Jacob. “What’s the word for Quebec people?”

“…Canadians…?”

“Quebecois,” Sirius informed him. His eyes widened slightly. “Wow, is that the first question you’ve asked that I can actually answer?”

“You’re Quebecois,” Ethan continued, stumbling over each syllable. He made it there in the end, but not before everyone else in the car made a pained face. “That means you have to take us to Tim Horton’s.”

“No.”

Lydia’s eyes were fever-bright in the backseat, as if she had knocked back a handful of jellybeans and Red Bull. “Timmy’s, Timmy’s, Timmy’s…”

“Please, no.”

Jacob and Ethan brightened immediately, because of course they did. Sirius watched the road in mournful disbelief, like he was driving into his personal hell with no exit ramp in sight. “TIMMY’S, TIMMY’S, TIMMY’S—”

“I’ve never having children.”

“TIMMY’S, TIMMY’S, TIMMY’S, TIMMY’S—”

The shouting came to an abrupt halt. Sirius parked the car under the shade of a large oak tree and waited for several seconds, until all three kids started to exchange wary looks. The silence dragged on. Polyester and cotton rustled.

Sirius rested his elbow on the console and turned to the backseat, one eyebrow raised. “Are we done?”

“Are you gonna turn this car around?” Jacob whispered in quiet horror.

“Non. I have a deal for you, though.” Instant curiosity overcame their concern. Sirius held three fingers up. “One: don’t kick the back of my seat. Two: don’t yell in my car, it’s very distracting. Three: Count five pigeons by the time we get to school. I will ask your parents if I can bring you Timbits—”

Gasps of delight filled the car.

“—if you promise to do all three of those things.”

Jacob tucked his hands under his legs, all but vibrating with anticipation. “Can you get cinnamon ones?”

“Can you find five pigeons?”

“Of course I can,” he whispered.

Sirius nodded. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Do you make a million bajillion dollars?” Lydia asked.

“Non. But I do have money for Timbits for nice kids who ask cool questions.”

Ethan’s mouth fell open. “We’re nice kids who ask cool questions!”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Sirius gave a teasing hum. “I don’t know. Think you can prove it in the next five minutes?”

“What kind of dog do you have?” Lydia asked without hesitation.

“Oh, that is a good question.” The car rumbled to life, and they pulled onto the road without issue. “I don’t know. She’s black, and she has pointy ears.”

“How long do you want to play hockey?”

“Oof. A while. Maybe ten more years? We’ll see.”

Ethan finished peeling the sticker off his booster seat and reached over Lydia to stick it on Jacob’s. “Is being an adult fun?”

“Yes.”

“Is it hard?”

“Yes.”

“If you could get in a time machine and be eight again, would you do it?”

“No.”

Jacob frowned. “How come?”

“Because I like being able to make my own dinner, I would miss my friends, and I wouldn’t be able to get Tim Horton’s whenever I want to.”

Lydia started to kick the back of his seat in boredom, but quickly tucked her foot behind her other leg. “If you were eight and went to our school, do you think we would be friends?”

Sirius smiled, moving slowly past a wire fence. “Sure.”

“Can you say more French stuff?”

“Comme quoi?”

“Um—can you say ‘hello’?”

“Bonjour.”

Jacob chewed on his lower lip. “Can you say…this school is super cool?”

“Cette école est très cool.”

“Is ‘cool’ the same in both?”

“Ouais.”

“Okay, stop, stop, you gotta do English now,” Ethan said hurriedly, waving his hands. “I don’t speak French.”

“That’s okay, you can learn,” Sirius laughed. They rolled to a stop in a mostly-empty section of the parking lot; he waved to someone outside, and the children quickly followed suit. He propped his arm on the console again and raised his eyebrows. “I think your parents are ready to have you back. Any last questions?”

“Do you like books?”

“What’s your favorite color?”

“What kind of Timbits do you like?’

“Have you been playing hockey since before we were born?”

“How does electricity work?”

“Do you kiss your boyfriend? Oh, yeah, how do cars work?”

“How come the sky changes colors but the ocean doesn’t?”

Sirius didn’t miss a beat. “Yes, blue, all of them, yes, I think it’s something with electrons and metal? Yes, engines and combustion, and because the sky and the ocean are made of different things.”

“Okay,” Jacob said with a decisive nod. “Cool! Thanks!”

“Thank you, this was lots of fun.” Sirius unbuckled his seat belt and stepped out of the car, then came around and opened the backseat door for them. They spilled out in a pile, each meeting his gentle fist-bump with incredible enthusiasm that only grew when he feigned injury at the strength of their hands. Their booster seats came free with little finagling. “Alright, go see your parents. I can carry these.”

“Wait!” Lydia yelped, turning on her heel halfway through a step. “What about the Timbits?”

“Nobody kicked my seat or yelled,” Sirius mused, gathering the boosters in his arms. “Pigeons?”

“Two on the sidewalk, one in the parking lot, and two at the Gas ‘n Sip,” Jacob announced.

“Then they’ll be here when you get out of school,” he promised. They shook on it, tiny hands dwarfed by his palm, before they were off at a sprint once more. “Be safe! Don’t trip on the concrete!”

[fandomnsfw]

7 Minutes - Sirius Black x PopSinger!Reader

Pairing: Sirius Black x PopSinger!Reader

Prompt: The Songs; BOYSHIT by Madison Beer, 7 minutes by Dean Lewis, Bad Habit by Ed Sheeren cover from Rain Paris

Warnings: Smut, use of the word slut (once), D/s, traffic light system, use of the nickname pup/puppy.

No Beta again! ENJOY!!!

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The second your phone rang not an hour after you’d posted your new single, you smirked knowing exactly who it was. You put the phone on speaker before giving your hand back to your nail artist.  

“Are you serious?” His voice shouted down the phone. 

“No that would be you darling.” You snickered hearing him growl in pure annoyance. 

“Take it down!” He snapped making you roll your eyes. 

“Sorry love but I’m already trending. No can do.” You muttered with a smirk. 

“I swear to god Y/N— 

“Shouldn’t swear at the big man in the sky. One way ticket to hell.” You snickered teasingly. 

“You—forget it.” Sirius snapped angrily as he hung up. 

You smirked in satisfaction, knowing you’d won this round. You were still heartbroken about the breakup but instead of moving on your plan was to get him back. Sirius was the only one that ever understood you. He understood the mental scars you had more than anyone had ever before but the second he felt vulnerable he always bolted. It wasn’t your first break up but it was the only public one which meant you’d have to fight harder this time.  

He’d already been spotted with two different girls in the space of a month which had hurt but you tried to ignore it knowing this was his defence. You weren’t going to let him throw away what you two had. 

********** 

You smirked as you hit upload, the thrill that ran through you, one that had you shivering visibly as you waited to the phone to ring. You brushed the arms of the big leather jacket you had on with a smug smirk on your face. Not 10 minutes after posting the new music video, for your new song BOYSHIT, your phone began ringing. 

“Hello my love.” You greeted as you picked up the phone aiming it at your face. 

“Is that my fucking jacket you’re wearing in your video? Why are you barely clothed? and why, oh WHY is some fucking skinny fuck boy touching what’s not his?” He shouted his teeth visibly clenched, even over camera. 

“Yeah it went cute with the rock and roll theme, plus it went well the booty shorts and the docs too. And Jason did not even touch me that much. And I’m a free woman I can wear whatever I want in public.” You answered easily making his face drop. 

“Y-Yeah I know but I don’t like that he touched you.” He grumbled like a scolded child. 

“He’s gay.” You deadpanned making his lips twitch before he burst out laughing. 

“I’ll send Peter to grab my jacket.” Sirius said suddenly ridding his face of any emotion. 

“Siri— 

“I’ll speak to you soon.” Sirius interrupted you before hanging up. 

Tears pricked your eyes as you tilted you head back, begging them not to fall because you weren’t sure you’d ever stop. Maybe it really was done. Maybe this time there was no coming back. Stupid idiot, I just had to mention those three little words. I should’ve kept it to myself until he said it.  

You curled up in your chair, his jacket suddenly feeling heavier on your shoulders. The smell of cigarettes and Sirius’ cologne filled your nostrils as you bury your tear cover face in your arm. Suddenly all your previous confidence was gone. Maybe I’m just to damaged to love, was your only thought as you fell asleep at your computer desk with a tear stained face. 

*********** 

You woke up to the sound of someone ringing the buzzer of your flat. You walked over to the monitor and stared at the person with a disappointed frown. You buzzed them up without so much as a word, shedding the leather jacket from your shoulders with a bitter feeling seeping into your bones as you did. When there was a knock at your front door you swung it open and passed the jacket to the man stood there. 

“I told him to come himself but he wouldn’t listen. Peter refused to come, told him to man up.” Remus muttered with a sympathetic smile on his face. 

“Tea?” You muttered as you tried to hold back the tears threatening to consume you once again. 

“I’ll make it. Go sit down.” Remus sighed as he made his way to your kitchen with an air of casualness. 

When he walked in not 2 minutes later with two cuppa’s you gave him a small smile despite the sadness simmering just below the surface. He sat down next to you holding his own cuppa with one hand as he threw his other arm over your shoulder pulling you into a hug. 

“Hey Rem?” You whispered tearfully. 

“Yeah?” He replied before sipping his tea. 

“You’d of been a really good big brother.” You chuckled softly as you leant against his shoulder, cradling the cuppa in your hands, close to your chest. 

“I know things are up in the air with you two but you can always talk to me. Day or night, I’m here ‘kay?” He whispered his tone had your tears once again falling as you cried into his chest. 

“I-I love him.” You sobbed as he moved the cups from both your hands placing them in the table before pulling you into his arms. 

“I know lovey.” Remus muttered sadly as he stroked your hair. 

“Come on, dry your tears and go get dressed. I’ll treat you to Starbucks.” He mumbled as he wipes away the tears off your makeup stained face. 

You chuckled softly before wandering off to get rid of the makeup off your face. Once your face was free of all makeup and you’d done your skincare you grabbed a simple lounge set that had a vest style turtleneck, leggings and a cardigan that all matched. Your nails had been done after your music video they had cute little Stitch’s on the middle finger. You slid on your grey fluffy sliders before wandering back out to Remus who was stood, with his car keys hanging off his finger, next to the front door. 

“Come on superstar.” Remus joked as he gave you a bright grin. 

********** 

You finally arrived at Starbucks and instead of going through the drive through you both chose to go into the café. It was 5pm and it would be closing soon so you both figured it would be safe. However the second you walked in you noticed a few more people than usual, a few of which were ogling you both with narrowed eyes as they whispered to there friends. 

“What do you want?” Remus asked sweetly as he pocketed his car keys. 

“(Your fave Drink) please.” You replied with a shy smile. 

‘I thought she was dating Sirius? What a slag.’ You heard someone whisper behind you making your face flush bright red. 

You tried to hide behind your sleeves which seemed to draw Remus’ attention from ordering. He looked behind him to see some girls snickering behind you his face instantly showing his anger. 

“Have some respect and keep your nose out of peoples business.” Remus hissed as he pulled you in front of him before turning his back to the girls. 

“I’ll take a green tea as well. Do you want anything to eat. Your manager said you haven’t been eating much.” He asked softly making you laugh. 

“Sure I’ll have a (your choice). Thank you Rem.” You muttered awkwardly as he paid for everything. You waited until everything was ready before taking the food and drinks towards the car.  

However once you’d gotten outside there was paparazzi everywhere. You inhaled deeply as you tried to control your anxiety but that many people crowding you wasn’t helping. Remus swore under his breath as he held your drinks and food up so they wouldn’t get knocked as he pushed through the men and women with cameras. The questions were being shouted at you as you neared the car.  

‘Are you switching to another member?’ 

‘Are you still with Sirius?’ 

‘Did you know he was spotted with two other girls this month?’ 

You quickly hopped into the car passenger seat ignoring there questioning as Remus did the same. He glanced at you with a worried gaze but made no move to touch you as he could clearly see you were overwhelmed. You grabbed your drink and began sipping it before putting it in the cup holder.  

“I hate paps.” You huffed with an eye roll. 

“Can’t say we deal with them that much. But maybe it because I don’t go out unless we’re preforming.” He snorted making you laugh as he picked up his tea ignoring the crowd outside the car. 

“Shall we take bets on what the headline tomorrow will say?” You snickered making him smirk. 

“Hmm. Pop Singer Y/N Y/L/N spotted with new beau.” He chuckled making you laugh. 

“Y/N and Remus spotted at Starbucks. New boyfriend or just friends?” You added making him roll his eyes. 

“Sirius is gonna lose his shit.” Remus snorted with a smirk. 

“Well he left me he hasn’t got a say in anything in my life. I know he’s one of your best friends but right now I don’t wanna deal with his hot and cold.” You sighed as you began munching on your food. 

“Understandable.” He muttered softly as he began eating his cheese and ham panini. 

“Thank you Rem.” You muttered sweetly as you ate. 

“No worries.” Remus replied with a small smile on his face. 

******** 

Is singer Y/N moving on? 

Y/N Y/L/N spotted yesterday evening with Remus Lupin, the bass player from The Marauders. He paid for her drink according to an inside source and was seen laughing in the car with one another. Is it really over between Sirius and Y/N? Find out on page 23. 

“I swear to god these wankers have no fucking shame.” You growled as your manager slapped this weeks tablet on your desk.  

“Are you seriously screwing another one of those idiots?” You manager snapped making you glare at her. 

“You know Remus is a friend! He’s practically like a brother to me. I love Sirius. That hasn’t changed.” You shouted at her making her grit her teeth. 

“Well next time just order Starbucks off the app! Saves for bad press.” Your manager sighed as you flip her off. 

“I’m gonna release a statme— 

Your phone ringing interrupted her speech which you were honestly grateful for. You picked up the phone when you saw Remus’ name on the screen.  

“Just wanted to warn you Sirius is in his way. He’s pissed. I tried to tell him neither of us would do that but he wasn’t listening. He took a swing at me.” Remus sighed making your eyes widen just as Sirius burst through your front door looking beyond angry. 

“You fucking tried to punch Remus?” You screamed as you took the phone away from your ear so Remus’ ears wouldn’t get the brunt end. 

“Is that your little boyfriend now?” Sirius snarled as he pointed at your phone. 

“Rem I’ll call you back later.” You muttered down the phone. 

“He does love you.” Remus muttered before you hung up. 

“You seriously tried to punch one of your oldest friends because of the paps?” You scoffed in disbelief. 

“Are you seriously trying to date one of my ‘oldest friends’?” He snapped making you shake your head. 

“YOU sent him here to get YOUR jacket! I offered him a cuppa and then I spent the next half an hour crying about how much I love YOU! He offered to treat me to a Starbucks to take my mind off it and probably get me to eat since that’s something I don’t often do at the minute! In what world do you think either of us would betray you like that! I told you I loved you and you fucking left me! How dare you barge in here and try to accuse me of anything! How’s Sasha? Or is it Daphne this week? Which model are you banging now, huh?” You screamed, your face turning bright red as angry tears ran down your face. 

“I can’t do this anymore. This hot and cold. You don’t wanna commit to me but you don’t want me to be with anyone else. You don’t wanna love me but you want me to keep loving you? It’s not fair Sirius!” You cried out making his eyes soften as his posture shrunk back in. 

“I—I’m sorry.” He muttered quietly. 

“Just get out.” You sniffled as you turned away from him. 

“Y-Y/N…” He tried but you just walked out the room. 

A few seconds later you heard your front door slam shut and finally you broke down.  

*********** 

Three months later… 

“So Sirius, this is your first solo song. What does this mean to you?” The interviewer asked as Sirius gave a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. 

“As you all know I’m not the type of guy to commit to someone. I find it hard with my upbringing and being too proud to seek help. I struggled to deal with a lot of things including expressing my emotions and recently I went through something that kind of knocked me out of it. I decided to seek help for the things I went through in the past and the things I ruined because of it. I wrote this song after my first therapy session.” He answered truthfully. You watched the screen in interest waiting for this new song to finally drop. 

“Right well it just turned 10am and the new song is officially out on Spotify. The CD and Vinyls will be released next week in all HMV stores. We will have a short break before Sirius will be play his new single.” The interviewer exclaimed happily. You left the bar deciding you didn’t want to deal with the stares if you broke down. 

You hopped into your car and placed your phone with the live stream on your stand. You looked outside making sure no paps had followed before looking down at the screen, the adverts finally coming to an end. When the show came back on it showed Sirius on stage with his acoustic guitar. 

You couldn’t take your eyes off the screen. In the past 3 months you had time to think about everything that happened in your relationship. Now you could see where you’d both gone wrong but that didn’t mean you’d run back to him. Not without proof he’d changed, even if forgiving him you’d already done.  

‘It's been 7 minutes now since I lost my way,  It doesn't seem like long, but my whole world has changed,  It's in all the little things, when you smile now it stings,  It's been 7 minutes since I lost the girl of my dreams.’ 

Your eyes widened at the lyrics as you glanced around the parking lot you were parked in before finally making a decision. You put the keys into your car as the song continued. 

‘Is it too late to turn around?  I'm already halfway out of town.  Now I know how I let you down,  Oh, I finally figured it out, 

I forgot to love you, love you, love you.  I forgot to love you, love you, love you.’ 

You sped towards the station, your heart pounding in your chest as you sped down the road not caring where you parked as you hopped out the car, running straight to the entrance. The secretory grabbed you before you could enter the building making you yelp. 

“Not to sound like a diva mate but do you know who I am!?” You shouted as you tried to shove past him.  

“No pass. No entry.” He deadpanned making you grit your teeth. 

“I swear to—James!” You screamed as you saw a familiar sight of black scruffy curls. 

“Y/N?” He muttered in shock as he approached the entrance. 

“You know her?” The security guard asked with a raised brow as he seemed to be judging your scruffy ripped jeans, a Beetles T-shirt and your well worn docs. 

“That’s Y/N Y/L/N he face is literally on the front of the building.” James snorted as he pulled you into the building. 

“Where is he?” You asked softly making him smile. 

“Studio 3 he’s still—Y/N! It’s still live!” He tried screaming but you didn’t listen you just ran, straight up the stairs until you reached the studio.  

You barged in ignoring the stares from centra crew and fans in the stands as you ran towards the stage. You saw Sirius sat with the interviewer talking again but when he heard someone shout about it being live he looked up and instantly spotted you. Your eyes began watering as he stood up in shock. 

“You’re an idiot.” You sniffled as you stood next to the camera which had been turned towards you. You shot a glare at the camera man who quickly turned back to Sirius. 

“I’m aware darling.” He chuckled sadly as he walked a single step closer. 

“Do you still— 

“Always.” You replied before he could even finish his sentence. 

“I love you.” Sirius muttered softly his eyes filling with tears as your began streaming down your face.  

“I love you too!” You shouted with a more angry tone which had him laughing as you ran up to him and wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him into an embrace 

“You sure know how to make an entrance don’t you pup.” He whispered into your hair. 

“Don’t care. I was at a bar round the corner and I heard the first few lyrics then I drove here like a crazy person. Probably got about 3 tickets and my car has probably been towed. I was about 5 seconds away from fighting the security guard until I saw James. But it’s worth it. You’re worth it.” You whispered sweetly into his neck as he glanced at the interviewer. 

“I gotta finish this but if you wait, we can go get some take out and talk. Okay?” He whispered gently making you smile happily. 

“Okay.” You giggled as you walked towards the stands ignoring the dirty looks from Sirius’ fans. 

Their opinions didn’t matter because he loved me…Sirius Orion Black loved me… 

Once the show was done Sirius jogged over to you with a bright grin on his face. You returned it with your hand held out with a hopeful gaze. He happily took your hand as he pulled you out the studio and then the building. When you got out front you could see Peter stood by you car shouting at someone.  

“What’s going on?” You asked Peter as you approached your car that was still parked outside the building. 

“You can’t park here! I need to tow it or clamp it.” The random man huffed angrily. 

“I told him he ain’t claiming shit.” Peter growled making you laugh. 

“Thanks Pete. How much to remove a clamp?” You asked seriously making the guy frown. 

“£120.” He muttered grumpily. 

“1-120? Jesus Christ what do you fucking bastards need with 120! Oh fucking hell here!” You huffed as you slapped 120 in his hand. 

As the guy drove off Sirius started laughing making you glare at him, he quickly clamped his mouth shut as you got into your car with a grumpy pout on your face. Sirius hopped into the passenger seat as you drove off towards the closest food place. 

“He totally lied it’s only 100 to get a clamp off.” Sirius stated when you began driving. 

“I’m not even surprised. Fucking London for you.” You huffed with an eye roll. 

You both grew silent as your brain finally caught up with everything that just happened. You’d spent months trying to get over him but the love never left you and the sadness that accompanied didn’t either. You recently came to the realisation that you didn’t think you’d ever love anyone like you’d lived Sirius.  

You knew you’d have to let that go though. But now here he sat, healing and calmer than you’d ever seen himS Sirius had always been a ball of excitement, anxiety and hidden pain but as you glanced at his face you could see he wasn’t the same. He was twitching in his seat, he hadn’t turned on the radio to fill the silence because he hated it. He was still and looked almost serene. 

“So your song. It was beautiful.” You muttered softly making him glance at you with the softest smile you’d ever seen on his face. 

“It’s easy to make a beautiful song about a stunning woman.” He whispered but it wasn’t his usually cheesy flirting, he said it as if it was the most sincere sentence he’d ever muttered. 

“So therapy?” You asked nervously, scared he’s shut you out like he always had. 

“It’s been going well. My therapist said I bottle things up because I never received love as a child. Which I kind of laughed at. Can anyone imagine a pair of tories showing love?” He joked but his tone was sad. 

“However he told me to stop looking to the people that didn’t love him and look at the people who did. We started with easy ones like the band and Mr and Mrs Potter.” He stated as he took a deep breath. 

“Then we discussed you. I told him everything and…he explained my inability to commit was due to the fear of a lover one day deciding I wasn’t worth the trouble. I also got diagnosed with PTSD. He told me romantic love doesn’t always last but that didn’t mean it wasn’t worth it. I realised how much I loved you after our 3rd session but I’d started writing the song after our 1st. After some self reflection I realised I love you so much that I…I was scared you’d find someone better. You’re this big pop star that literally walks to the local shop for milk and end up in the tabloids. You sing and preform with people like Eminem and you’ve even dabbled in acting.” He explained calmly making your eyes soften. 

“I wouldn’t care of walked in Henry Cavil walked in here. I love YOU.” You deadpanned making him burst out laughing. 

“I can’t say the same love. If Mr Cavil came in here I’d leave you.” Sirius joked making you laugh whole heartedly. 

“I’m joking obviously…although the witcher…” he trailed off with a smirk. 

“Oh yeah if the witcher came in here I’d leave you.” You snickered making him grin. 

“We could just share him.” He offered making you match his grin. 

“Oh yeah. I could get on board with two long haired hot hunks. I shall call you both my Ying and Yang.” You declared as you pulled up outside Aargrah’s. 

“On a serious note pup…I do love you and I-I really hope we can talk about everything and maybe give it another go? Properly this time?” He mumbled in ask uncharacteristically shy manner. 

“I-I’d love that.” You whispered with happy tears welling in your eyes as you parked up. 

“I love you.” He whispered sweetly his eyes boring into yours. 

“I love you too.” You replied as you leant over the stick shift to press a sweet kiss to his lips. 

************* 

"PUP!” Sirius screamed from down the hall making you jump a little at the sheer volume.  

You stood up and made your way upstairs but as you entered the room you could hear why he was screaming. He’d found one of your unreleased songs, shit. Your eyes widened as you noticed the whole room filled with the Marauders. You flushed bright red as the song played through the multiple speakers in your studio. You tried to turn it off, but it only made Sirius click the rewind button to start it again.  

‘Every time you come around, you know I can't say no.  Every time the sun goes down, I let you take control.  I can feel the paradise before my world implodes,  And tonight had something wonderful.’ 

“Is this my-- 

“Yes, that’s the demo you made but threw away because you thought it was shit.” You interrupted as you tried again to turn it off.  

“You should’ve done Rock instead of Pop.” James laughed as he bopped his head to the song.  

“Oh hush it’s never gonna get released because my Genre is pop and my label won’t allow it.” You snorted as you turned off the music. 

“But ours will. We can call it a feature. Throw in a few bit where James is singing and then put in our next album.” Sirius offered making you frown. 

“You’re being serious?” You asked with wide eyes. 

“I’m alw— 

“Don’t.” You interrupted with a glare. 

“What do you think James?” Sirius asked James with a grin. 

“I like it. First let’s get the studio packed up then we can discuss it over a cuppa.” James chuckled as he ruffled your hair making you pout as you tried to fix your hair.  

Remus laughed at you and threw his arm around your shoulder playfully pinching your ear making you glare up at him.  

“Arseholes.” You huffed as you stormed out the room with a smile on your face. 

Sirius followed after you with a grin deciding to help you move the table you said you wanted in the studio. You had decided to sell your flat and maybe get somewhere bigger but you knew it would take months so you’d slowly started rearranging things and storing a lot of stuff in boxes until you’d found somewhere else.  

Sirius and the boys had offer to help this weekend which you’d been thankful for because a lot of this was private stuff and you didn’t trust moving company’s since the last one stole some shit and sold it online.  

Sirius held one side of the table as you grabbed the other. Both of you shuffling towards the studio where the boys were still packing up small objects. You leaned up to give Sirius a kiss which he happily returned with a soft smile on his face. 

“Who’d of thought Sirius would be in a stable relationship before Remus and Peter.” James snorted making Sirius throw a fluffy pillow from the small couch in your studio directly at James’ head. 

“At least it didn’t take me 12 years to actually get the girl I wanted. Tosser.” Sirius snorted making as James flush bright red. 

“Our love story is romantic!” James argued making you snicker. 

“It’s tragic. If you guys had worked your shit out before you’d of been married and have like 2 babies by now.” You muttered under your breath but they’d obviously heard.  

Sirius burst out laughing leaning over to high five you with a proud smirk on his face.  

“That’s my girl.” He cheered excitedly making everyone roll their eyes. 

********

Once the boys had gone Sirius stared down at you with a raised brow making you looking around you like you tried to find the reason for the look but he took a step towards you making you suddenly feel like prey in the deadly sight of a predator. 

“Bed. Now.” He whispered threateningly as he stalked towards you.  

You were up in an instant, running towards your bedroom with an excited grin on your face. You wasted no time in stripping down as Sirius’ footsteps drew closer. He walked into the room just as you had sat obediently on the bed completely naked.  

He smirked as he began slowly shedding his clothes as he approached the bed. You bit your lip as he finally shed his boxer briefs, his cock already standing tall with the anticipation of what was about to happen.  

“Colour?” He asked softly. 

“Green sir.” You replied instantly making him grin from ear to ear. 

“Face down arse up pup.” He instructed calmly. 

You immediately did as you were told your head resting on your crossed arms, your arse in the air. He softly slapped your left cheek making you giggle, wiggling your hips teasingly. He chuckled before diving down and licking a stripe up your pussy that was already growing in wetness.  

It only took a few minutes of licking and sucking for you to feel yourself building Sirius slid two fingers inside you instantly crooked them downwards to push against your g-spot which tipped you over your edge. You knew tonight would be a long one because once you came he began trying to milk another one out of you. 

“Come on pup. One more then you can have my cock.” He teased as he began finger fucking into your pussy. 

He leant down and sunk his teeth into your arse cheek making you whimper as you pushed back onto his fingers in desperation. He chuckled at the sight his hand coming down to spank you in the place he had just bitten making the sting from the bite amplify. 

“Mmm Sirius…p-please need your cock!” You pleaded as his thumb pressed on your clit, his fingers never stopping the assault on your g-spot. 

“Ah ah! You don’t make demands pup. Who makes the demands here?” He asked darkly his finger increasing there pace. 

“You sir!” You cried out your eyes rolling back onto your head as you gripped at the sheets below you. 

“Exactly! Cum for me pup.” He demanded, which was all you needed to send you toppling into another orgasm. 

He pulled his fingers out gently before lining up his cock with your soaking wet entrance. He gave no warning just plunged straight into you causing you to gasp in mild shock which quickly dissolved into a moan as he began thrusting into you slowly but deeply. 

“Look at you pup. Take my cock so well.” Sirius cooed making your cheeks flush as you nod in agreement. 

“Been wanting to bend you over since I heard that song earlier. But then James and Remus had their fucking hands all over you.” Sirius growled making your eyes widen. 

“But that’s fine pup because we all know who you belong to.” He chuckled as he sped up his pace making your moans turn to screams of pure pleasure. 

His hands gripping your hips as he pulled you back to meet his thrusts making him push as deep as he could go. Your eyes rolled back again as you tried to fight off your 3rd orgasm but he must’ve sensed you holding back because his hands came down and slapped both cheeks making you let out a long drawn out moan. 

“Cum for me puppy!” He growled as he slid his hand under you to brush across your clit and that’s all it took to see stars. 

“Oh fuck! Such a good fucking girl for me.” Sirius groaned as he punctuated every other word with a deep thrust.   

Your hands gripped the sheets, your head buried in them as Sirius drilled into you from behind. Your moans were a continuous stream of nonsense, but it only seemed to rile him up more. His hands were gripping at your love handles now, nails biting the skin. He released your left side, bringing the hand down to slap your arse cheek harshly once again.  

“Whose are you pup?” Sirius growled making you flush a deeper red.  

“Y-Yours.” You whimpered quietly your head still buried in the duvet below you.  

Sirius clearly wasn’t satisfied with that, so he lifted his hand forward and gripped you hair and yanking you into a kneeling positions, his thrust never stopping or slowing down. You moaned loudly as he leaned down enough so his lips were brushing agains your ear.  

“What was that puppy?” He taunted harshly making you whimper.  

“I’m yours. A-All yours!” You cried out as she slammed the head of his cock into your g-spot.  

“Exactly. You’re mine! My slut. MY baby girl! MY PUP!” He snarled as he brought his hand down to circle your clit making you let out a rather undignified squeal.  

“C-Can’t...” You cried out making him chuckled darkly.  

“One more pup. Come on one more for me.” He moaned huskily as he fucked into your pussy, his palm pressing against your clit as too not overwhelm your overly sensitive pussy. 

When you felt your orgasm rising again Sirius sped up his thrusts, his thighs slapping against your arse roughly. His hand slid out your hair and wrapped around your neck pulling you back until your back was resting against his tattoo covered chest. You could do nothing but lean back into his hold as finally your body shook with your orgasm.  

“Ooooh fuck! Sirius!” You cried out as you came for the 4th time that night.  

“Sh-Shit. Y/N!” He shouted as he came inside you.  

You both caught your breath before he pulled out, laying you onto the bed gently as he began kissing your face and shoulders.  

“Such a good girl. Were so good for me weren’t you pup?” Sirius whispered sweetly as he lifted you up like princess.  

You nuzzled into his neck, your arms thrown loosely around him as he carried you to the bathroom. He sat you on the toilet before he began running a bath. You quickly emptied your bladder, wiping off the cum that had leaked out before Sirius turned back around to look down at you.  

“I love you.” Sirius muttered with a truly happy smile on his face.  

“I love you too.” You replied with a soft gaze.  

“I-I wanted to talk to you about something.” He stuttered, his dominant aura suddenly gone replaced by the insecure man buried beneath. You nodded but waited patiently for him to talk as you smiled at him reassuringly. 

“The lads are thinking about moving back to Hogsmeade. James is with that friend from school. She lives there along with all our parents. I was looking at getting my first house and I-I was just wandering if maybe instead of whatever places your looking at…maybe you’d wanna move in with me? Or we’ll get a place together… It’s a small village, really quiet and—fuck this was stupid forge— 

“I’d love to.” You interrupted before he talked himself out of it. 

“R-Really?” He asked in disbelief. 

“Yes! I love the idea of us settling down in small remote village. Ooo can I have a white picket fence? And a flower garden?” You giggled happily as you stared off into space. 

When you didn’t get a reply you looked up to see Sirius staring at you with a look of adoration. You flushed a little but that was quickly forgotten when he wrapped his arms around you. 

“You can have whatever you want pup.” He chuckled as he bent down to snuggle into your neck. 

“Anything? What about if I want 2 puppies, a baby and to be a stay at home wife?” You snickered making him choke on thin air. 

“Let’s see where we end up living then we’ll talk about all of that.” He snorted making you laugh. 

“I’d make a terrible stay at home wife…can’t cook to save my life.” You laughed making him throw his head back laughing with you. 

“Come on let’s get a nice bath then maybe we can’t start looking at some places.” He offered as he helped you into the bath. 

************ 

“This place is so cute.” You gushed as you wandered into the pub ahead of the boys bouncing around excitably. 

“I’m starting to understand why you call her puppy.” James snorted as he wandered over to the bar to see his girlfriend. 

“Hey bar wench bring me so— 

“Sirius! Don’t talk to her like that!” You hissed as you slapped his arm just as James girlfriend plopped down 4 beers and a wine. 

“S’Fine lovey. I spat in his beer.” She snorted making Sirius start choking on his beer. 

“Woman you best be joking!” He shouted making you giggle as she shot you a wink. 

Everyone ordered some food and another round of drinks. Talking happily amongst themselves as people finally started pouring into the pub. You immediately noticed a lot of them were men which made you narrow your eyes a little in confusion but you shook the strange occurrence off turning to Sirius. 

“It’s picking up in here isn’t it?” James voiced with a frown. 

“Yeah we’ve got a local girl coming to play tonight. She very popular with the lads.” James girlfriend chuckled as a young girl walked in dressed in a cottagecore style pale green dress, lace cream coloured flats and a matching cream cardigan that was knitted. Her hair was in a plait with a few cute white flowers in it with virtually no makeup. She was stunning. 

“Shut up she’s about to play.” You whispered as you watched a sweet looking girl get up on stage with an laptop. She hit the space bar on a laptop set up next to her before she stops up straight. Her mouth hovering near the mic as the music started. 

However when she began singing she instantly had you all gaping at her in shock. 

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1 advent - A snowy day with the marauders

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Pairing: Remus Lupin x reader, the marauders x reader (platonic)

Warnings: snowball fight I guess and hinting at insecurities

Word count: 1359

Summary: After finishing off your last essays before the Christmas holiday you go outside in the snow.

The halls of Hogwarts kept the cold out as the students roamed the halls. Winter break had finally come and everyone who hadn't left for home were enjoying the peacefulness. A bit of snow covered the grounds and the lake had frozen over. The Marauders were all cuddled up in the Gryffindor common room, finishing off the last of their assignments before Christmas Eve, wanting to be completely free the coming two weeks. It had been Remus' idea and you had quickly agreed, not wanting to stress about the homework when the next semester started.

The fire casted an orange light over the common room, warming it up and keeping both you and the dorms comfortable and cozy. Remus and you sat beside each other on the floor, resting your backs against the sofa. 

Your parchment papers with your finished essays were laid out in front of you and the books were still open on display all around you. Sirius was laying flat on his stomach beside the fire, half working on the transfiguration essay and half hoping it would somehow catch fire. James and Peter were sitting on the sofa, reading through the comments you and Remus had done on their essays, looking over what they needed to fix and change. James let out a frustrated groan and fell deeper into the sofa, pulling his hand through his dark mop of hair, messing it up to make it look like he just got off the quidditch pitch. He said he'd always done that move, but both you and Remus had noticed he did it far more often when Lily was around. You both had chosen not to point it out to anyone of your friends, figuring it would be easier to keep the calm that way.

"Are we done soon?" Sirius rolled over onto his back and turned his head sideways to face his group of friends. James made a finishing stroke with his quill and Peter looked up from the parchment, making a humming sound and raising his eyebrows to make Sirius repeat whatever he'd said. Sirius gave a huff and directed his gaze towards the ceiling instead, "are we done soon? This is incredibly boring and completely unnecessary. It's the holidays for Merlin's sake." You rolled your eyes at him but smiled, it was just so typically Sirius what he'd just said. 

"Well, we're done," you said, referring to Remus and you. The parchments filled with ink had dried up so you carefully ruffled them up and gathered them all in a pile, deciding to sort out which order they should be in later. Remus did the same beside you and you watched as Sirius let out a happy sight and sprawled out fully on the floor. You shook your head and picked up the camera you had laying beside you and snapped a quick photo of him. Remus leaned out of frame and you just shook your head slightly at him. Sirius looked back at you, almost upside down and smirked.

"Did I look good?" he asked and gestured to the camera. You let out a laugh, "no, just silly enough to capture it on photo." Remus chuckled at your reply and James let out a laugh and slid down on the floor next to you and Remus. He rested his head on the sofa and his black, messy hair sprawled out on the cushions. You turned to face him and snapped a picture of him too before laying down the camera beside you again. When you looked up your gaze stopped at the window in the common room. Remus saw it and turned to see what you were looking at.

Outside, big snowflakes were tumbling down through the air, falling to the ground and covering the grounds and the castle in the white, fluffy snow.

"It's snowing," you stated with a smile and got up from the floor. You grabbed the camera and took Remus hand and pulled him up with you and dragged him across the room. He just chuckled but went with you. You felt him readjust his grip on your hand and you smiled at the warmth he radiated. Just as you stepped outside of the common room, Sirius and James ran past you, dragging Peter with them down the stairs. Broad smiles covered their faces and they were shouting to everyone they passed to join them outside in a snowball fight.

“Want to join them, love?” You chuckled and met Remus’s gaze. He laughed and shook his head, “no I’m fine actually.” His eyes glinted and a heat rose to your cheeks as he pressed a soft kiss to your hair, pulling you in closer to him. 

When you walked outside into the whirlwind of snow you saw that the other marauders had started a full blown snowball war down by the lake. Many had gone home over the holidays but the majority of those who had stayed were now fully invested in the fight, all with broad smiles on their faces and snow in their hair. Remus smiled at the sight and you found yourself wanting him to stay like that for all of eternity. Happy, relaxed, comfortable, and most of all yours. Remus smiled down at you, “you can join them if you want.” You shook your head but smiled at him nonetheless. 

“I’m perfectly content to stay with you.” You raised your camera and snapped a photo of the messy scene but you didn’t care that it wasn’t very neat. The memory it would hold was far more important. 

“Can I photograph you?” your voice pulled Remus’ gaze away from the snowball fight and back to you. His gaze flickered down to the camera in your hands and then up to your kind eyes he’d grown to love so much. 

“You want to photograph me.” It was more of a deadpan statement than a question. You nodded enthusiastically and the smile grew on your lips. 

“Yes, you would be absolutely exquisite to capture on film.”

“Um, alright then.” Remus blushed and pulled a hand through his hair, messing up the brown locks. “Where?” 

You looked around and Remus found himself a tad bit anxious. Not that he’d never been photographed before. You were probably the person who had taken the most photos of him ever but the moment felt so special and the world was absolutely breathtaking right now. A few sunbeams were still peaking out from behind the clouds and snow was falling in thick, white flakes. Your breaths fogged up the air and the contentment and happiness laid heavily in the air. Remus didn’t want to be the one who ruined it. 

“Just right here would work wonderfully.” Remus watched as you walked a few paces away from him before you turned around to face him again, raising the camera and snapping a picture of his soft smile and shy eyes. You looked down on the picture on the display, a big smile took its place on your lips. “Beautiful,” you exclaimed and Remus let out a relieved sight. 

“Go sit on that bench over there and let me take another photo of you,” you pointed towards one of the elegant stone benches and Remus did as he was told. He quickly mumbled a heating charm, melting away the snow. You snapped a few pictures as he walked and then a few more when he sat on the bench watching the snowball fight. They all turned out wonderful and you figured you could give him a photo album with pictures of him and his friends for his birthday in march.

From out of nowhere (or from James and Sirius) came a pair of snowballs flying, hitting Remus square in the chest and you in the back. With a shocked face you turned around to face them, finding them sharing a high five with smirks on their lips. Remus came up beside you, smirking and already making a snowball in his hands. He threw it and hit Sirius with a schmack in the chest. He looked up, mischief glinting in his eyes.

“Oh it’s on, Lupin.”

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what would remus contact name for sirius be and vice versa?

this is just…..,me projecting. and i got carried away and it’s so long. you’ve been warned

i think sirius is an emoji girlie and remus’ contact name would be “💞🥰✨🫶🤭 baby 💖🥺💞💫🫣” or some random nickname/pet name that changes once a week that he comes up with while drunk & remus pretends to hate but actually enjoys.

idk like one time they were leaving a new years eve party & sirius got smashed & had to be bodily removed from the vicinity and taken home, and eventually remus just let him go piggy back bc they were getting absolutely nowhere fast & sirius was so giddy ab being carried by his big tall bf that he launched into the most horrific 20-minute rendition of just the “he’ll be a strong man” bit of “i can make you a man” from rocky horror which like…..definitely didn’t fit the occasion & remus very much bitched ab being compared to rocky. and when they woke up hungover the next day remus was like “thank god he was too plastered to remember that” but then sirius rolled over & snuggled up real close & pressed his nose to remus’ neck all sweet and said so so softly “he’ll be a stroooong maaaaan” and remus is like oh god oh fuck oh no please but it’s too late, and then next thing he knows his name in sirius’ phone for the next week is “😈💪👅strooong maaan🥵❤️‍🔥🤭” until he thinks of something new

but the contact photo always stays the same & it’s a grainy black & white pic of sirius practically climbing on top of remus in a photo booth & kissing his cheek all cute & it’s been sirius’ favorite pic of them for like two years bc remus is smiling so so big & it makes his little heart melt every time he sees it

i think remus would use emojis very sparingly all around and almost always only with sirius, so his name in remus’ phone would be something sweet and simple like “Sirius 💕” or just “S ♥️” but sirius steals his phone often to take selfies as a gift & change his contact name, so sometimes remus opens their text thread & finds that sirius’ name is “light of my life💖💞♥️❤️‍🔥💕” or “✨💫my most beautiful and perfect love ✨💫”

half the time the name is too long to be completely visible in imessage, so one day he goes to text sirius ab meeting for lunch and finds “❤️‍🔥🔥🥵hot & sexy bf who loves me so so much & wants me so bad & needs me to fuck him on our…” and the rest is cut off. he just laughs it off bc he’s a good sport and as always he goes to check his camera roll bc sirius always leaves selfies behind when he does this but he opens the app to find about twenty incredibly salacious photos and two videos waiting and he has to put his phone down for a solid three minutes, then just sends sirius a text that says “i fucking hate you” and sirius immediately knows what it is so he goes “👹👅😈❤️‍🔥” and then remus says “come home for lunch” and that’s that

but remus’ contact photo for sirius is a picture sirius took of them at the park last summer when out of nowhere he’d said “oh my god remus come here look how pretty the lighting is” & then took about four hundred pictures of them lying under a tree. they left the park with mild sunburns and a bigger icloud storage subscription on remus’ phone

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‘I still don’t get why you bother with that chunky muggle thing, we can’t even move in those photographs!’

‘You know,’ Lily’s sweet tone was betrayed by the roll of her eyes. ‘It’s nostalgic, and I can’t really expect Mum and Dad to frame wizard photos.’

‘Why not? We keep that horrible vase your sister’s given us, they can keep something of ours.’

‘You know,’ she starts again, ‘Muggles don’t usually keep moving pictures around, now I wouldn’t be opposed to that, but that would mean she’d have to hide it… and I don’t think Mum would want to hide any of us.’

James straightens his back. ‘Yeah, you’re right, we make too good of a family to keep it to ourselves. The Muggles deserve to see the handsomest of them all.’

That makes Lily giggle and peck her husband on the cheek. She reaches for the polaroid camera that lay discarded on the coffee table, James never figured out how to work it.

‘Smile!’ She exclaims, and right before the camera clicks, James starts tickling the small baby sitting on his lap. Lily rejoices, sure she must have caught the moment.

‘Mum and Dad are going to love this.’

James stands up, Harry’s head resting on his chest as he recovers from the attack. ‘I bet, they’re going to make a right fuss as soon as they see how much this little guy’s teeth have grown. Is that right, Haz? Is grandma going to send another letter complaining about how we never bring you over so she can smother you in peace?’ He speaks in an exaggerated silly voice that makes Harry laugh and reach for James’ face.

‘Oh, please, at least they don’t yell! If I get another howler over breakfast from Euphemia telling me we need to visit soon and bring Harry because they have more gifts for him…’

‘Hey, leave her be! You know she gets lonely, alone with Dad in that big house, her two kids away –‘

‘Talking about her kids,’ interrupts Lily, waving the polaroid near her face. ‘Is Padfoot dropping by soon?’

Harry seems to perk at the mention of his Godfather. ‘Pa’foo?’ He asks, big green eyes travelling from his mother back to his father.

‘Yeah, yeah, your beloved will be here soon,’ says James, talking to Harry rather than Lily. ‘I still can’t believe that was his first word.’ He mutters that to himself.

Mere moments later, the telltale roar of Sirius’ motorbike can be heard from outside their home, and the familiar sound makes Harry clap and laugh in anticipation.

‘Talk of the devil…’ utters James, but he was smiling from ear to ear.

Lily’s eyes roll back as she watches her husband excitedly go for the door. She follows them and crosses her arms, leaning against the wall with what she’s sure is a sickeningly sweet look; watching her son smile big and squish Sirius’ cheeks in his tiny hands whenever his Godfather picks him up does that to her.

‘Heard from a little birdie that little Bambi was missing his Pa’foo?’ Sirius coos while kissing one of Harry’s hands, and Lily was sure that if she tried telling any of their old classmates the Tall, Dark and Handsome Sirius Black actually spends at least three days of the week making a baby voice for her son, they’d say she was mental. Oh, yeah, they’d require proof to believe that.

Struck by an idea, she makes her way back to the coffee table and picks up the discarded muggle camera before quickly walking back and snapping a picture of the scene. Sirius, noticing the click, finally stops fussing over Harry and turns to Lily.

‘I hope that’s not your muggle rubbish, Evans,’ he jokes and Lily laughs freely because she knows he doesn’t mean any of it. ‘I want proper pictures of this baby here, need this charming smile in my wallet to balance the dad’s ugly face.’

‘I’m afraid you’ll have to make do,’ she retorts and shakes the fresh picture as James makes an indignant noise. ‘And it’s ‘Potter’ now, you of all people should know, best man.’

‘Yeah, yeah, sure, let me see that.’ Sirius dismisses the conversation when he notices the picture developing.

Soon, all three of them are looking fondly at the blurry photograph in Lily’s hand and Sirius takes it before turning his attention back to Harry, who had started crying out for him.

‘You know…’ whispers James, ‘We are going to use wizard film for my parents. No this isn’t up for debate! Mum will skin me alive if I send her still, blurry pictures of her grandson – hey, stop laughing!'

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[𝐀𝐫𝐓𝐰] 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 × 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 who needs a model

Info on Reader: Reader is intended Masculine and uses he/him/they/them pronouns. Reader is not described to be Summoner, but he can be if you want. Reader is good at photography and is apart of a photography club: only equipment is mentioned, but no other students are. Reader has dialogue in this, so take note of that. Reader is more kind here, less teasing.

Warning(s): Canon Typical Violence & Weapons Used | Fujoshi's DNI | Fem Aligned Individuals may read as long as they have a Masc MC and stay respectful | Silent Reader/Blank Blogs Will Be Blocked

Timeline: No specific time but it's definitely post Chapter 4. Anything else is ambiguous for your sake!

If you couldn't hear his footsteps behind you, you certainly could feel the arm he'd slink across your shoulder as he looks out at what your doing. Before you was just nature一the natural scenery of just outside the boundaries of the Queen Tet Dorm, to be specific一and you can hear his wonder as he speaks to you.

"Oh, interested in the scenery of our humble abode? I would be flattered..." His eyes flicker from green to yellow, but his smirk barely changes, "But I know that your here on a mission. Don't worry, I won't touch the schools precious equipment."

The eye roll you can hear in his voice did not reassure you that he might leave it alone, but all you can do is just have a little faith. Sirius has an eye for good thinks and genuinely cares for objects of value, and surely he won't rip this expensive camera from your neck. So, you get back to setting up the camera for a wide lens shot, when he tries roping you in conversation...

"So, cameraman, how are your RAW's coming out? Landscape, hopefully." The pun is obvious and he let's out a chuckle at his own joke, and you almost want to sigh.

"The landscape is nice, and I do hope they come out nice," You answer Sirius, finally finding the best lens for the snow, high trees, and distant sunset sky. "Because this will be in the newspaper for the school, and I have a chance to go with composers to the East if I get noticed."

"Ambitious!" It sounds like praise, but then he looks out at the frozen ground of the winter horizon. "But it's the dead of winter everywhere, and this dorm doesn't get this much snow often. You won't find a soul outside of their rooms or class."

From the clothes he was wearing, you'd think he just came from a day on the town. His school uniform was ditched for a long sleeved turtleneck in black, with a thick scarf in grey and red. The pants he wore were a generic straight brand of dark slacks, and his footwear were loafers with white socks peaking out. He was the definition of casual, especially with his hair tied back like he hadn't cared about it at all. A very dressy "dressed down" look for Sirius, and you can see his true personality coming through. Serious, yet lax.

"Hm? But your outside, and you look like you just came back?" You question him, and you hear his hum of dismissal before you add: "Did Spica一?"

"一need anything? Yeah, but nothing of any importance. Paperwork, paperwork, and maybe some coffee." He cuts you off with a flick of his eyes turning blue, his shoulders slumping. "I'd much rather be here, with you." He flirts, stressing the much in his sentence.

"Really?" You snap a set of pictures.

"Really." His smirk widens just a bit.

You check the photos and it just... doesn't feel right. The shine of the afternoon sun on the snow makes it a beautiful pink and orange, and the trees are a dark brown that weave through the last sunlight hours like claws. It looks... fine. But fine doesn't move careers unless your just filling out your RAW portfolio. You need something else...

Something like...

You look up at the casualness of Sirius, and you see his lazy lean on his left leg. His hands are in his pockets, and you can see his fogging slow breaths in the slowly growing frigid wind. The sunset was barely warming the air anymore, and you can see the signs of him only starting to get cold.

He laughs. "Finally you look at me, cameraman..."

"Sirius..." You want to ask, but you know he's the teasing type and you have no idea if he'd enjoy this. Yes, he likes attention, but he's never the type to... outright agree to anything.

"Yesssss?" He practically sings it.

"Would you be my model for my winter portfolio?" You ask him, before you quickly add, "Please?"

"Please? My, nobodies ever been so nice before." Sirius answers, and starts walking forward. "Well, I can't exactly say no to you, can I? Your just too nice to turn down."

You gawk at him as he steps forward into the field before you both, and he turns back to face you properly. He has nowhere to sit and nothing to pose with, so he's casual as he waves his hand at you.

His eyes shine with something mysterious, yet they flash pink. "Well? I have nothing to do, so I'll help out my dear sweetheart. Get over here and lead me through the steps for what poses you want, I'm just the pretty face!"

You both knew that last statement was wrong on many, many levels but you both don't comment on it further. From here, you help him pose and get the shots you want. But in turn, he drills you with flirtatious remarks and maybe even throw a bit of snow at you, no matter how watery it is.

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